Luyện nghe bài hát Truth Rap

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

Hey yo, the kid still at it, woke up from coma
Seen hell came back and here comes my first
chop it up at the table, still put dope in the bag
And got dope, under 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 ghetto on my shoulder homey, it's gon' be a long
Bear with me, take you there with me
Show you how the sun shine in one rhyme, no more 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 souls still glistenin' in ghettos from to Brooklyn
The shells cry, hood's anthem

Where everybody goes to church and prayers are answered
And they throwin' us balls but we Hank Aarons
A picture with no canvas, streets are so
Young'uns jump rope, ball with fiends and dope handlers

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

Walk with me, we can make it if we try, lost soldiers
We die but it's okay to cry
strugglin' tryin' to survive, reach out grab my hand
I gotcha, let you go for nuttin', I promise

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

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

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

And it shouldn't 9/11 to bring our minds together
Shit rough, we'll together
Light a candle we can shine forever or I can
So I miss Aaliyah's 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, ride with me the hood mayne
Where street lights flicker and Taylors hang

And nobody they neighbor's 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 me down
In my own yard like Marvin Gaye

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

I'm in the city where it's strange where killers direction
And trail witness protection to get a shot at 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
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 booth

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

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

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