Luyện nghe bài hát Truth Rap

Yeah, big spit, it's that Bay Area game, Sean T
We feedin' the underground this Yay Area tycoon shit
For my nigga JT Fig', y'all where it come from
Never forget it, that Bay shit mayne
Y'knahmtalkinbout? Yeah, Game, spit that

Hey yo, the kid still at it, woke up that coma
Seen hell came back and here my first classic
chop it up at the table, still put dope in the bag
And still got dope, under the

It was before rappin', nuttin' before that and
12 old, a lost soul, bumpin', "Illmatic"
Gunshots tried and almost the young kid's live
Can't do it, I been through it the kid survived

Got the on my shoulder homey, it's gon' be a long ride
Bear with me, take you there with me
Show you how the sun shine in one rhyme, no stormy weather
is mine, we gon' live forever

Get it 'Pac is watchin', Big is listenin'
is talkin' to us, Big Pun is witnessin'
While they souls still glistenin' in ghettos Compton to Brooklyn
The shells cry, every hood's

Where everybody goes to church and are never answered
And throwin' us curve balls but we Hank Aarons
A picture with no canvas, streets are so
Young'uns jump rope, play ball with and dope handlers

Teenage mothers, deadbeat fathers, no
Lost and often runaway or with grandparents
Life stories no authors, see it through, [Incomprehensible]
Robinson's cubicles, time life is so beautiful

with me, we can make it if we try, lost soldiers sometimes
We gotta die but okay to cry
Mothers strugglin' tryin' to survive, reach out grab my
I gotcha, won't let you go for nuttin', I

Praises due to Elijah Muhammad, be unto Farad Muhammad
of Minister Farrakhan
Been true, be loyal, know your roots, water your
Stop fightin ourself from birth, we royal

Who's king we fightin' a crown, while lifeguards
Watch the hopes and of kids and young teens drown
More infants bein' born with AIDS, more mournin' graves
The thickens, somebody show us the way

Tears crackin' the pavement, breakin' up
The thrill is gone and it's a walk home
So we as well start runnin', if it's there gotta take it
'Member Jada said, "We make it"

And it shouldn't take 9/11 to bring our together
Shit rough, we'll grind
Light a candle we can shine or I can pass
So I miss Aaliyah's concert in Heaven

Live life while we listen to my old
So I glow like the memory of Lisa 'Left Lopez
Through a six-seven Brougham, ride with me through the mayne
street lights flicker and Chuck Taylors hang

And nobody know they neighbor's name 'less sell weed or cocaine
A lot of black clouds on a but no rain
And Game got a lot to say, so they wanna me down
In my own yard like Marvin Gaye

do it by myself, people need help
Keep on to live healthy 'til the end of my days
And I die won't lead my daughter astray, lookin' from Heaven
Watch my people drive my coffin the Compton parade

I'm in the where it's strange where killers follow direction
And witness protection to get a shot at they brain
Where the carry semis and swallow pills for power
Count for polly'n, penny-pinch for hours

Take from cowards when the streets is watchin'
Tuck in trunks 'cause real G's is boxin'
Ain't no options if you stand on your own two
And if you came to battle, you can stand in the booth

'Cause we don't wear capes in this part of the
'Cause youngster from my block has been a part of the plan
I've trainin' since eighty-seven and famous since eighty-nine
Teaching came the Nation, my spirit is from divine

When I, pass the through these raps on beats
It's fo' sho' the Lord gon' make the whole track speak
To the streets, I pass these beats
It's fo' sho' the Lord gon' make the whole track speak
To the

people?
Make the speak, "Truth Rap," get it right
"Truth Rap", mayne, for the
Get it right, "Truth Rap"