Luyện nghe bài hát Truth Rap

Yeah, big spit, it's that Bay Area game, Sean T
We feedin' the underground with this Yay Area tycoon
For my JT Fig', y'all know where it come from
forget it, that Bay Area shit mayne
Y'knahmtalkinbout? Yeah, Game, spit that

Hey yo, the kid still at it, woke up from coma
hell came back and here comes my first classic
Still chop it up at the table, still put in the bag
And still got dope, the mattress

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

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

Get it together 'Pac is watchin', Big is
Eazy is to us, Big Pun is witnessin'
While they souls still glistenin' in from Compton to Brooklyn
The shells cry, hood's anthem

Where everybody goes to church and prayers are answered
And they us curve balls but we Hank Aarons
A picture with no canvas, streets are so
Young'uns rope, play ball with fiends and dope handlers

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

Walk with me, we can make it if we try, lost soldiers
We gotta die but it's 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
Words of Minister
Been true, be loyal, know your roots, water soil
Stop fightin amongst ourself birth, we royal

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

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

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

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

And know they neighbor's name 'less they sell weed or cocaine
A lot of clouds on a block but no rain
And Game got a lot to say, so they take me down
In my own front yard like Gaye

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

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

sacks from cowards when the streets is watchin'
Tuck guns in trunks 'cause real G's is
Ain't no options 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 from my block has been a part of the plan
I've been trainin' since eighty-seven and famous since
Teaching came from the Nation, my spirit is divine

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

Y'knahmtalkinbout
the track speak, "Truth Rap," get it right
"Truth Rap", mayne, for the
Get it right, "Truth Rap"