Luyện nghe bài hát Truth Rap

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

Hey yo, the kid still at it, woke up from coma
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 before rappin', nuttin' before 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 young kid

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

Get it together is watchin', Big is listenin'
Eazy is 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 church and prayers are answered
And they throwin' us balls but we Hank Aarons
A picture no canvas, streets are so skanless
Young'uns jump rope, play ball with fiends and handlers

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

Walk with me, we can 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

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

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

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

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

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

do it by myself, people need help
Keep on tryin' to live healthy the end of my days
And when I die won't my daughter astray, lookin' from Heaven
Watch my 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 semis and pills for power
Count paper for polly'n, for hours

Take sacks from cowards when the streets is
Tuck in trunks 'cause real 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 capes in this of the land
'Cause every youngster from my block has a part of the plan
I've been since eighty-seven and famous since eighty-nine
came from the Nation, my spirit is from divine

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