Luyện nghe bài hát You Can't Hold the Torch

Yeah, it's funny how the game change, He, he
feel all different
Y'all niggaz left and right
how the game feel all fucked up

Niggaz only been talkin' like
Since we sittin' out the game
I the game need us Kamaal
talk to them niggaz, uh

So many nights were ponderin'
Wonderin' how we come again
My golden rule is not to focus on the game
In retrospect, the game the same Mayne

heart and soul is divided
They ram shack the music, no control up it
Now look at this, it's all out and nasty
But lettin' pass me

I doubt that and niggaz the bottom now
Pumpin' hard, sleet hail rain or snow
So you got to get gate right
No what, you got to treat your weight right

On the block if you focused on greed
Nine out of ten you be bleedin' the analogy is clear
To all of my peers, I'm a vet
Don't mean to disrespect,

I rhymes, I write checks
(It's clear)
Bust, aiyyo what to the
(Love)
For the for the music
(Love, I realness in my life)

these niggaz
In the game sound the same
Bust, these
In the game sound the same

Aiyyo happened?
(They ain't got in 'em to a classic)
Aiyyo what
(These niggaz can't the torch, so why pass it)

Aiyyo, I bringin' they names up
These niggaz sound trash, straight the game up
to change up sound so trash
(Change up)
When I see 'em feel breakin' they frame up

DuPont registry, talkin 'bout somebody cars
Muh'fuckers better step up bars
Instead of frontin' in the game niggaz really are stars
Like we ain't seein' the bullshit, we know who you are

I'm like a to the game when your shit sound dated
I force niggaz to improve, you should be I made it
to rep the game fully, change my style like the weather
Givin' you niggaz new shit to make the feel better

I'm sayin', I cook in the kitchen and we make the thoughts
You to humble yourself, give me my big respect
You hurtin' the game your shit sound off you know
A legend in this shit that's why I move like a you know

You better be
'Cause you can get fo' sho'
Y'all niggaz know up
I come correct with long 'cause I

I rhymes, I write checks
(It's clear)
Tip, what happened to the
(Love)
For the game for the
(Love, I need in my life)

these niggaz
In the game sound the same
Yo, these
In the game don't the same

Aiyyo happened?
(They ain't got in 'em to a classic)
Aiyyo happened?
(These niggaz can't the torch, so why pass it)

Oh my God, they a come ridin'
(Uh)
Some old and they can't get down
(Uh, uh)

They lookin' around outside of
(Uh)
And they sayin' things ain't really themselves
(Uh)

And they keep fuckin' the same script
(Ha)
Same hoes, same blow, same clip
(Ha)

Same drug strip, the fuck is this?
(Uh)
C'mon y'all, raise the bar on body, shit

You sound stagnant, need to and grow
(Uh, uh)
your punchlines, progress the flow
(Uh, uh)

Get your concepts and together, aiyyo
(Uh, uh)
drop the bomb shit to step up the pressure, you know?
(Uh)

I'm tired of complainin' how the game changed
You niggaz should step up your game you sound strange
why you ain't sellin' no records, check the Sound Scain
In this rap shit I command respect muh'fucker I

these niggaz
In the game don't sound the
Yo, niggaz
In the game don't the same

Aiyyo happened?
(They ain't got in 'em to a classic)
Aiyyo happened?
(These can't hold the torch, so why pass it)

Aiyyo niggaz
In the game sound the same
Bust, niggaz
In the game don't the same
what happened?
(They ain't got in 'em to a classic)
Aiyyo happened?
(These niggaz hold the torch, so why pass it)