Luyện nghe bài hát Truth Rap

Yeah, big spit, that Bay Area game, Sean T beats
We feedin' the underground with this Yay Area shit
For my nigga JT Fig', y'all know 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 that coma
Seen hell back and here comes my first classic
chop it up at the table, still put dope in the bag
And still got dope, the mattress

It was hustle before rappin', nuttin' before and
12 years old, a soul, bumpin', "Illmatic"
Gunshots and almost took 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 you there with me
Show you how the sun shine in one rhyme, no stormy weather
is mine, we gon' live forever

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

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

Teenage mothers, deadbeat fathers, no
Lost and often runaway or live 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 die but it's okay to cry
Mothers strugglin' tryin' to survive, reach out grab my
I gotcha, won't let you go for nuttin', I

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

Who's king we over a crown, while lifeguards
Watch the hopes and dreams of kids and 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 a long walk home
So we might as well runnin', if it's there gotta take it
'Member Jada said, "We make it"

And it shouldn't take 9/11 to bring our together
rough, we'll grind together
Light a we can shine forever or I can pass
So I won't miss Aaliyah's in Heaven

Live while we listen to my old heads
So I glow the memory of Lisa 'Left Eye' Lopez
Through a Brougham, ride with me through 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 on a block but no rain
And Game got a lot to say, so they wanna take me
In my own front yard like Gaye

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

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

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

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

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