Luyện nghe bài hát Truth Rap

Yeah, big spit, it's that Bay game, Sean T beats
We feedin' the underground with this Yay Area tycoon
For my nigga JT Fig', y'all know 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 from that
Seen hell came back and here comes my classic
Still chop it up at the table, still put in the bag
And still got dope, the mattress

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

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

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

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

Teenage mothers, fathers, no families
Lost and often runaway or live with
Life stories no authors, see it through, [Incomprehensible]
cubicles, when time life is so beautiful

Walk with me, we can make it if we try, lost sometimes
We gotta die but it's to cry
strugglin' tryin' to survive, reach out grab my hand
I gotcha, let you go for nuttin', I promise

due to Elijah Muhammad, peace be unto Farad Muhammad
Words of Farrakhan
true, be loyal, know your roots, water your soil
Stop fightin ourself from birth, we royal

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

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

And it shouldn't take to bring our minds together
Shit rough, grind together
Light a candle we can shine forever or I can
So I won't miss concert in Heaven

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

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

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

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

Take sacks from cowards when the is watchin'
guns in trunks 'cause real G's is boxin'
Ain't no other if you stand on your own two
And if you to battle, you can stand in the phone booth

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

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

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