Luyện nghe bài hát Truth Rap

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

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

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

Got the ghetto on my homey, it's gon' be a long ride
Bear with me, I'ma take you there 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 to us, Big Pun is witnessin'
While they souls still in ghettos from Compton to Brooklyn
The shells cry, every hood's

Where everybody goes to church and prayers are never
And they us curve balls but we Hank Aarons
A with no canvas, streets are so skanless
jump rope, play ball with fiends and dope handlers

Teenage mothers, fathers, no families
and often runaway or live with grandparents
Life stories with no authors, see it through,
cubicles, when time 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 tryin' to survive, reach out grab my hand
I gotcha, won't let you go for nuttin', I

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

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

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

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

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

And nobody know they name 'less they sell weed or cocaine
A lot of black clouds on a but no rain
And Game got a lot to say, so they take me down
In my own front yard Marvin 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 my daughter astray, lookin' from Heaven
Watch my people drive my through the Compton parade

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

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

'Cause we wear capes in this part of the land
'Cause every youngster from my block has been a part of the
I've been trainin' since eighty-seven and famous since
came from the Nation, my spirit is from divine

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

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