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 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, the mattress

It was hustle before rappin', nuttin' before and
12 old, a lost soul, bumpin', "Illmatic"
tried and almost 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
Bear with me, I'ma take you with me
Show you how the sun shine in one rhyme, no more stormy
Streets is mine, we gon' live

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

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

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

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

Praises due to Elijah Muhammad, peace be unto Muhammad
of Minister 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 of kids and young teens drown
More infants bein' with AIDS, more parents mournin' graves
The plot thickens, show us the way

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

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

And nobody they neighbor's name 'less they sell weed or cocaine
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 like Marvin

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

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

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

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

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

Y'knahmtalkinbout
Make the track speak, "Truth Rap," get it
"Truth Rap", mayne, for the
Get it right, "Truth Rap"