Luyện nghe bài hát Truth Rap

Yeah, big spit, it's that Bay Area game, Sean T
We feedin' the underground with this Yay Area tycoon
For my nigga JT Fig', know where it come from
forget it, that Bay Area shit mayne
Y'knahmtalkinbout? Yeah, Game, spit shit

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

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

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

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

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

Teenage mothers, fathers, no families
Lost and runaway or live with grandparents
stories with 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 die but it's okay to cry
Mothers strugglin' to survive, reach out grab my hand
I gotcha, let you go for nuttin', I promise

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

Who's king we fightin' a crown, while lifeguards
Watch the hopes and dreams of kids and young teens
More infants bein' born AIDS, more parents mournin' graves
The plot thickens, show us the way

Tears crackin' the pavement, breakin' up
The thrill is gone and a long 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 9/11 to bring our minds together
Shit rough, grind together
a candle we can shine forever or I can pass
So I won't miss Aaliyah's concert in

Live life we listen to my old heads
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 they neighbor's name they sell weed or cocaine
A lot of black on a block but no rain
And Game got a lot to say, so they take me down
In my own front like Marvin Gaye

Can't do it by myself, people help
Keep on tryin' to live healthy the end of my days
And when I die won't lead my daughter astray, lookin' Heaven
Watch my people my coffin through 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 carry semis and pills for power
Count for polly'n, penny-pinch for hours

Take sacks from cowards when the is watchin'
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 in the phone booth

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

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