Luyện nghe bài hát Truth Rap

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

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

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 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 glistenin' in ghettos from Compton to Brooklyn
The shells cry, every hood's

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

mothers, deadbeat fathers, no families
Lost and often or live with grandparents
Life stories no authors, see it through, [Incomprehensible]
cubicles, when time life is so beautiful

Walk with me, we can it if we try, lost soldiers sometimes
We gotta die but okay to cry
Mothers strugglin' tryin' to survive, reach out grab my
I gotcha, won't let you go for nuttin', I

Praises due to Muhammad, peace be unto Farad Muhammad
Words of Minister
true, be loyal, know your roots, water your soil
Stop fightin amongst from birth, we royal

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

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

And it shouldn't take 9/11 to bring our together
Shit rough, grind together
a candle we can shine forever 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 'Left Eye' Lopez
a six-seven Brougham, ride with me through the hood mayne
Where street flicker and Chuck Taylors hang

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

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

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

Take from cowards when the streets is watchin'
guns 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 part of the
'Cause every youngster from my block has been a of the plan
I've trainin' since eighty-seven and famous since eighty-nine
Teaching came from the Nation, my is from divine

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

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