Luyện nghe bài hát Truth Rap

Yeah, big spit, it's that Bay Area game, T beats
We feedin' the with this Yay Area tycoon shit
For my nigga JT Fig', 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 that
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 before rappin', nuttin' before that and
12 old, a lost soul, bumpin', "Illmatic"
Gunshots tried and almost took the kid's live
Can't do it, I been 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
you how the sun shine in one rhyme, no more stormy weather
Streets is mine, we live forever

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

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

mothers, deadbeat fathers, no families
Lost and often runaway or with grandparents
Life with 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 okay to cry
Mothers strugglin' tryin' to survive, reach out my hand
I gotcha, won't let you go for nuttin', I

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

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

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

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

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

And nobody know they neighbor's name 'less they 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 Marvin

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

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

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

'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 eighty-seven and famous eighty-nine
Teaching came from the Nation, my spirit is divine

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

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