Luyện nghe bài hát Truth Rap

Yeah, big spit, it's Bay Area game, Sean T beats
We the underground with this Yay Area tycoon shit
For my nigga JT Fig', y'all know where it from
forget it, that Bay Area shit mayne
Y'knahmtalkinbout? Yeah, Game, spit that

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

It was before rappin', nuttin' before that and
12 old, a lost soul, bumpin', "Illmatic"
Gunshots tried and almost took the kid's live
do it, I been through it the young kid survived

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

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

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

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

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

due to Elijah 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' a crown, while lifeguards
the hopes and dreams of kids and young teens drown
More infants bein' born with AIDS, more mournin' graves
The plot thickens, show us the way

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

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

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

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

Can't do it by myself, people help
on tryin' to live healthy 'til the end of my days
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 strange where killers follow direction
And witness protection to get a shot at they brain
Where the babies carry semis and pills for power
Count for polly'n, penny-pinch for hours

Take sacks from cowards the streets is watchin'
Tuck guns in trunks 'cause G's is boxin'
Ain't no other options if you stand on 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 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

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