Luyện nghe bài hát Truth Rap

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

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

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

Got the ghetto on my shoulder homey, it's gon' be a long
Bear with me, I'ma 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 'Pac is watchin', Big is
is talkin' to us, Big Pun is witnessin'
While they souls glistenin' in ghettos from Compton to Brooklyn
The shells cry, hood's anthem

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

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

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

Praises due to Muhammad, peace be unto Farad Muhammad
Words of Farrakhan
true, be loyal, know your roots, water your soil
Stop fightin amongst ourself 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, somebody us the way

Tears crackin' the pavement, breakin' up
The thrill is gone and it's a walk home
So we as well start 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
a candle we can shine forever or I can pass
So I miss Aaliyah's concert in Heaven

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

And nobody know they neighbor's name 'less they sell weed or
A lot of black clouds on a block but no
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 tryin' to live 'til the end of my days
And when I die won't my daughter astray, lookin' from Heaven
Watch my people my coffin through the Compton parade

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

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

'Cause we wear capes in this part of the land
'Cause every youngster from my block has been a of the plan
I've been trainin' eighty-seven and famous since eighty-nine
Teaching from the Nation, my spirit is from divine

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