Luyện nghe bài hát Truth Rap

Yeah, big spit, it's that Bay Area game, Sean T
We the underground with this Yay Area tycoon shit
For my nigga JT Fig', know where it come from
Never forget it, that Bay Area shit
Yeah, Game, spit that shit

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

It was hustle before rappin', nuttin' before 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 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 more weather
Streets is mine, we gon' forever

Get it together 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 they throwin' us curve balls but we Aarons
A picture no canvas, streets are so skanless
Young'uns jump rope, play with fiends and dope handlers

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And know they neighbor's 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 they take me down
In my own front like Marvin Gaye

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

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

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

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

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

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