Luyện nghe bài hát Truth Rap

Yeah, big spit, it's that Bay game, Sean T beats
We the underground with this Yay Area tycoon shit
For my nigga JT Fig', y'all know where it come
Never forget it, that Bay Area mayne
Y'knahmtalkinbout? Yeah, Game, that shit

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

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

Get it 'Pac is watchin', Big is listenin'
is talkin' to us, Big Pun is witnessin'
While they souls still glistenin' in from Compton to Brooklyn
The cry, every 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, streets are so
Young'uns jump rope, play ball with fiends and dope

mothers, deadbeat fathers, no families
Lost and often or live with grandparents
Life stories with no authors, see it through,
Robinson's cubicles, when time life is so

Walk with me, we can make it if we try, soldiers sometimes
We gotta die but okay to cry
strugglin' tryin' to survive, reach out grab my hand
I gotcha, won't let you go for nuttin', I

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

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

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

And it shouldn't take 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 Aaliyah's concert in

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

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

do it by myself, people need help
Keep on tryin' to live '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 at they brain
the babies carry semis and swallow pills for power
Count paper for polly'n, for hours

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

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

When I, pass the word through 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' sho' that the Lord gon' make the whole track
To the

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