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 nigga JT Fig', y'all know where it from
Never forget it, Bay Area shit mayne
Y'knahmtalkinbout? Yeah, Game, that shit

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

It was hustle rappin', nuttin' before that and
12 years old, a soul, bumpin', "Illmatic"
Gunshots tried and almost took the young live
do it, I been through it the young kid survived

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

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

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

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

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

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

Who's king we over a crown, while lifeguards
the hopes 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 crackin' the pavement, breakin' up
The thrill is gone and it's a long home
So we as well start runnin', if it's there gotta take it
'Member said, "We gon' make it"

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

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

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

do it by myself, people need help
Keep on tryin' to live healthy 'til the end of my
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 follow direction
And trail witness protection to get a at they brain
Where the babies carry semis and pills for power
paper for polly'n, penny-pinch for hours

Take sacks from cowards when the is watchin'
Tuck guns in trunks 'cause G's is boxin'
no other options if you stand on your own two
And if you to battle, you can stand in the phone booth

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

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