Luyện nghe bài hát Truth Rap

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

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

It was hustle before rappin', 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 take you there me
you how the sun shine in one rhyme, no more stormy weather
Streets is mine, we gon' forever

Get it 'Pac is watchin', Big is listenin'
is talkin' to us, Big Pun is witnessin'
While they souls still glistenin' in from Compton to Brooklyn
The shells cry, every anthem

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

Teenage mothers, fathers, no families
Lost and often runaway or live grandparents
Life stories with no authors, see it through,
Robinson's cubicles, when time is so beautiful

Walk with me, we can make it if we try, lost sometimes
We gotta die but 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, peace be unto Farad
Words of Minister
true, be loyal, know your roots, water your soil
Stop fightin amongst ourself from birth, we

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

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

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

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

And nobody know they neighbor's name 'less they sell 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 like Gaye

Can't do it by myself, people need
Keep on tryin' to healthy 'til the end of my days
And when I die won't lead my daughter astray, lookin' from
Watch my people drive my coffin the Compton 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 paper for polly'n, penny-pinch for

Take sacks from when the streets is watchin'
Tuck 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 capes in this of the land
'Cause every youngster from my block has been a part of the
I've been trainin' since and famous since eighty-nine
Teaching came from the Nation, my is from divine

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

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