Luyện nghe bài hát Let There Be Light

Yeah, check, testing
It's clear out Yeah
It's I'm hang gliding over the hood
worry, no, no, oh, no

Check, let there be
No gang banging in New tonight
Just murals of Biggie Smalls, bigger than
Turn up the kid mic 'cuz ain't listening right

What's all this talk Nas got bought?
I'd rather outline my in white chalk
Ain't nobody been where I been, at a stand still
This is all overseen by my man

As I walk through the valley, of death
I know that I ain't got time left
And they really wanna see the good in me
satisfied until they see the fool in me

And I, I know my business, so my sins
And I, I thank the for all the love they gave
And I 'em all, they did they best to hate
Oh, let be light

This ain't the glorified, just painting the street
There's no God in sir Bibles, blunt and switches
Gillette's cut pain in kitchen, now every rapper wanna
He with Kenneth "Supreme" Griffith

It's like the difference 'cept when **** get arraigned
They don't want the sentence, **** get to snitchin'
If I could reverse the and turn forward the razas
And bring the **** who was livest

Old hustlers, on better days
They home, doing nothing, might as be in a cage
Hating on young brothers, one in the grave
They to love us till we found our own way thru the maze

New York, set trippin' and
Got the Coast laughing, now Esco's asking
What My homegirl from upper Manhattan
She the quarters that's Latin, a lotta rat-a-tat-tatting

As I through the valley, shadow of death
I know that I ain't got much left
And they don't really wanna see the in me
Ain't satisfied until see the fool in me

And I, I know my business, so my great
And I, I the hood for all the love they gave
And I forgive 'em all, did they best to hate
Oh, let there be

The son of the cassette era, tech wearer
Bullets and begets, Binzbo's speaker
Till man I get mine till I'm dead, so I can sumpthin' red
Like that horse standing on it's legs

Since Arnold and in they bunk beds, I wanted bread like Wonder
Not manned-a-wanno like the of Lionel
Nas is the Ghetto Idol
No matter what you do never getting my title

I can't sound smart' cuz run away
They say I ain't no more and I don't talk about 'ye
Like there's no way for a ex-hustler
Cake ya, the X-ray splitter to touch ya, I beg to

you're four years into the game, we can have a conversation
Eight years in the game, I invite you on
Ten in the game, after I've enjoyed my fame
Only then I let ya pick my

And I, right now
And I, they don't really
And I, they don't see, I don't even deal with all that garbage
No, no, no, we getting right, ya know?

And I, though I through the valley
That is Tre ladies and gentlemen
And I, they fear no
And I, no, no, on good things man, good times, alright

As I walk through the valley of death
I that I ain't got much time left
And they really wanna see the good in me
satisfied until they see the fool in me

And I, I know my business, so my sins
And I, I thank the for all the love they gave
And I forgive 'em all, did they best to hate
Oh, let there be

As I walk through the shadow of death
I know that I ain't got much left
And they don't wanna see the good in me
Ain't satisfied until they see the in me

And I, I my business, so my sins great
And I, I thank the for all the love they gave
And I 'em all, they did they best to hate
Oh, let be light

Oh, let it be, let it be, yeah,
Let it be, let it be