Luyện nghe bài hát Truth Rap

Yeah, big spit, it's that Bay Area game, T beats
We feedin' the underground with Yay Area tycoon shit
For my nigga JT Fig', know where it come from
Never it, that 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 my first classic
chop it up at the table, still put dope in the bag
And still got dope, the mattress

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

Got the ghetto on my shoulder homey, it's be a long ride
with 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' forever

Get it 'Pac 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, every anthem

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

Teenage mothers, deadbeat fathers, no
Lost and runaway or live with grandparents
Life with no authors, see it through, [Incomprehensible]
cubicles, when time life is so beautiful

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

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

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

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

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

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

And nobody know neighbor's name 'less they sell weed or cocaine
A lot of black clouds on a but no rain
And Game got a lot to say, so they wanna take me
In my own yard like Marvin 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 lead my daughter astray, from Heaven
Watch my drive my coffin through the Compton parade

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

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

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

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