Luyện nghe bài hát Truth Rap

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

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

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

Got the on my shoulder homey, it's gon' be a long ride
Bear with me, I'ma 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 is watchin', Big is listenin'
Eazy is talkin' to us, Big Pun is
While they souls still glistenin' in from Compton to Brooklyn
The cry, every hood's anthem

Where everybody to church and prayers are never answered
And they us curve balls but we Hank Aarons
A with 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, when life is so beautiful

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

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

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

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

And it shouldn't take 9/11 to our minds together
rough, we'll grind together
Light a candle we can shine or I can pass
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 Lopez
Through a six-seven Brougham, ride with me the hood mayne
Where street lights flicker and Chuck hang

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

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

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

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

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

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

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