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 forget it, Bay Area shit mayne
Yeah, Game, spit that shit

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

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 been 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 there me
Show you how the sun shine in one rhyme, no stormy weather
Streets is mine, we gon' forever

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Live life while we listen to my old
So I like the memory of Lisa 'Left Eye' Lopez
Through a six-seven Brougham, ride with me the hood mayne
Where street lights flicker and Chuck 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 me down
In my own front like Marvin Gaye

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

I'm in the city where it's strange killers follow direction
And trail witness protection to get a 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 booth

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

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

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