Luyện nghe bài hát Truth Rap

Yeah, big spit, that Bay Area game, Sean T beats
We feedin' the underground with this Yay Area tycoon
For my JT Fig', y'all know where it come from
Never it, that Bay Area shit mayne
Yeah, Game, spit that shit

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

It was hustle before rappin', nuttin' that and
12 years old, a soul, bumpin', "Illmatic"
Gunshots tried and took the young kid's live
do it, I been through it the young kid survived

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

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

everybody goes to church and prayers 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 fiends and dope

mothers, deadbeat fathers, no families
Lost and often or live with grandparents
Life stories with no authors, see it through,
Robinson's cubicles, when time 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, out grab my hand
I gotcha, won't let you go for nuttin', I

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

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

Tears the pavement, streets 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 said, "We gon' make it"

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

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

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

do it by myself, people need help
Keep on tryin' to live 'til the end of my days
And when I die lead my daughter astray, lookin' from Heaven
my people drive my coffin through the Compton parade

I'm in the city where 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 paper for polly'n, for hours

Take sacks from cowards the streets is watchin'
guns in trunks 'cause real 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 wear capes in this part of the land
every youngster from my block has been a part of the plan
I've been trainin' eighty-seven and famous since eighty-nine
came from the Nation, my spirit is from divine

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

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