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
forget it, that Bay Area shit mayne
Y'knahmtalkinbout? Yeah, Game, spit shit

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

It was hustle before rappin', before that and
12 old, a lost soul, bumpin', "Illmatic"
Gunshots tried and almost the young kid's live
Can't do it, I been it the young kid survived

Got the ghetto on my homey, it's gon' be a long ride
Bear with me, I'ma take you with me
Show you how the sun 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

Where everybody goes to and prayers are never answered
And they throwin' us curve balls but we Aarons
A picture with no canvas, streets are so
Young'uns jump rope, ball with 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 life is so

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

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

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

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

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

Live life while we listen to my old
So I glow like the of Lisa '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 clouds on a block but no rain
And Game got a lot to say, so they wanna take me
In my own front like Marvin 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 daughter astray, from Heaven
Watch my people drive my coffin through the Compton

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 and swallow pills for power
Count paper for polly'n, penny-pinch for

Take sacks from cowards when the streets is
Tuck guns in '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 booth

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

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

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