Luyện nghe bài hát Rise

[Flavor
Yeah that's right Chuck man, that's you gotta do
You got to tell 'em JUST LIKE THAT, you know I'm sayin?
Cause yo, man let me tell you a little man
All these brothers around here for that crack-a-lack-a-lack
You dig what I'm sayin? Yo man, all they do is get what you got
But you ain't got nuttin, then they wanna cut you off
So you gotta do, you gotta play 'em long distance
You know what I'm sayin? I mean long
They think we shorts, show 'em this is Cold Medina man
C'mon, it!

D]
Back one more time, to put the message in a rough rhyme
important that you knowin the time
Cause I'm seein the program, what I know and
until we get together we will never be up for
So I wreck I'm posessed by Malcolm X
See the feds want us dead, we too
I always speak the truth, comin me to you
We movin as a unit so you KNOW we to lose
I got my eyes on the lies Washington
I'm a survivor, I know how the was won
See a and tell, the way the CoIntel
undermind the REAL hip-hop so the cops can
But know bad boys move in
Save us all from the pain of a life of
They tappin my phone, grown and knowin
And still prone to refute the lies, won't stop until we

[Chorus: D + various samples]
up! "C'mon, ah-c'mon"
Rise... rise up! "One time"
We rise... up! "C'mon, ah-c'mon"
Rise... up! "To the beat y'all"

D]
I'm a hard truth soldier to the bone for
and seperate the fact from strange
Blame killin our children
When the villain's on the record never think for a second the way we live
Wanna squeeze on the at MTV
We quiz knots for the at BET
Seize the time, always rhymin combinin the
for dope Interscope and fake gangster
Cause I can recollect times when set
a dead brother you mind if you silence it yet
Rest the program, the beastie
Cause on the street they do as we by what we see
And yes it "Weighs a Ton" I say it once
That's why the Enemy is down with and KAM
It's all fam, we collide we
Better decide on which side you ride, won't stop we rise

[Flavor
don't know, y'all don't know uhh [x4]

D]
I know the power of fame, ain't playin no games
Never croonin is provin, we ready for change
Never but they pimpin my people, for the dollars
So I back it keep us from EVIL 'til them devils are collared
And like I said on, I say it once again
know the plan to keep us ignorant
Brother to brother, ain't no can smother
Or my case, we marry words with BASS
Just another wicked rhyme I'm rappin on
got my back if the clappin come
Pass on the work, sure the words are known
'em nervous, make 'em understand we servin foes
Keep it goin strong, nevertheless, the enemy
And never back down, you can take it to
'Less the mic like the art told you before
We for the prize emphasis the fight, now c'mon and

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