Luyện nghe bài hát Truth Rap

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

Hey yo, the kid at it, woke up from that coma
Seen hell came back and here comes my classic
Still chop it up at the table, still put 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 young kid's
Can't do it, I been through it the kid survived

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

Get it together is watchin', Big is listenin'
is talkin' to us, Big Pun is witnessin'
While they souls still glistenin' in ghettos from Compton to
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 no canvas, streets are so skanless
Young'uns jump rope, play ball with fiends and dope

Teenage mothers, deadbeat fathers, no
and often runaway or live with grandparents
Life with no authors, see it through, [Incomprehensible]
Robinson's cubicles, when time life is so

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

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

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

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

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

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

And know they neighbor's name 'less they sell weed or cocaine
A lot of black clouds on a block but no
And Game got a lot to say, so they wanna me down
In my own front like Marvin Gaye

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

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

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

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

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

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