Luyện nghe bài hát Truth Rap

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

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

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

Got the on my shoulder homey, it's gon' be a long 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' forever

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

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

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

Walk with me, we can make it if we try, lost soldiers
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

Praises due to Elijah Muhammad, peace be unto Muhammad
Words of Minister
Been true, be loyal, know your roots, water your
Stop fightin amongst ourself from birth, we

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

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

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

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

And nobody know they neighbor's name 'less they sell weed or
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 yard like Gaye

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

I'm in the where it's strange where killers follow direction
And trail witness protection to get a shot at brain
Where the babies carry and swallow pills for power
Count paper for polly'n, 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 came to battle, you can stand in the booth

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

When I, pass the word through these raps on
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 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"