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 JT Fig', y'all know where it come from
Never it, that Bay Area shit mayne
Y'knahmtalkinbout? Yeah, Game, spit that

Hey yo, the kid still at it, woke up from that
Seen hell came and here comes my first 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"
tried and almost took the young kid's live
Can't do it, I been 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 with me
Show you how the sun shine in one rhyme, no stormy weather
Streets is mine, we gon' forever

Get it together is watchin', Big is listenin'
Eazy is talkin' to us, Big Pun is
While they still glistenin' in ghettos from Compton to Brooklyn
The cry, every hood's anthem

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 runaway or with grandparents
stories with no authors, see it through, [Incomprehensible]
Robinson's cubicles, when time is so beautiful

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

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

Who's we fightin' over a crown, while lifeguards
Watch the hopes and of kids and young teens drown
More infants bein' born with AIDS, more 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 might as well start runnin', if it's there take it
'Member said, "We gon' make it"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I, pass the word through these raps on beats
It's fo' sho' the Lord gon' 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 speak, "Truth Rap," get it right
"Truth Rap", mayne, for the
Get it right, "Truth Rap"