Luyện nghe bài hát The Hidden Hand

Yeah, time to educate the
(Speak on it God)
if we won't, then who will?
(True)
Terror style, yo
(Speak on it God)

Yo, I was a wild adolescent, with the foul essence
Messin' around with the crowd, I learned my lesson
Stressin' all the that I have not
I to God I get my uncle out the crack spot

I hear mad shots, homicide come and Mat lock
But never the case cause the defendant's a bad cop
You feel me The devil's got a plan
That's why Farrakhan a Million Man up in Washington

The Hidden Hand even planned man
Have me hand to hand, killin' my own clan
But now I and see the big picture
Fuck cryin' about the struggle, I you how to get richer

Shit is a hassle in this rotten apple, kids robbin', capsules
Rockin' tattoos, boppin' with locked in shackles
Got the cops at you, spittin' rounds of clips, they down wit it
New make you feel as if the Bill of Rights is counterfeit

Now it's been written that all men are equal but then it's
they beat us and treat us as if we're different people
We go for delf, the cop's health
I'd rather drop shelf and let off shots my Glock melts
'Cause God dealt us a helpless hand, made us sell this land

So the palest man build a selfish plan
You know we can't trust the government, Uncle Sam is smugglin'
for us to hustle all the stuff for him
Even McGruff is in it, gettin' a
advantage, punishin' just blacks and Hispanics

My heart is as ice, so I know I'm sheist, Big Pun was the kid
that no one liked, my whole life, is one big of the dice
Payin' a price twice as as white kids
for Riker's not knowin' my existence was priceless

It's this, my soul was lifeless, I earned stripes
the nicest in the crisis I slice 'em in half and make 'em dash
Like hyphens, invitin' any rapper to clash the Titan
The writing's fighting 'cause rappers be biting like Tyson
I'm the crowd, keepin' 'em loud like my label

I'm proud I'm able to lift from the of the ghetto
I me a little sanity inside a career and a family
No more wars and renderin' tears to
So the salary and tear the mic 'cause I love it
There's my life, you it, fuck it Seis, I don't want it

I'm a Dominican, stranded in New York Filligan
wanna get locked up in the pen again
But here come, the faggots and cuffs, searchin' for guns
Turnin' they ride on the of the curb to see who runs

They authorize the beast to walk the holdin' heat
deep, we puff production, my cheek, you know my steez
Fuck the police, usin' probable cause to laws
Behind the badge you try to up your racial war
I got for you boys in blue

The system poisoned you, blew your cover, now what you to do?
I never let the faggot pull the trig
It won't be no American over my hearse
What's worse, you know disperse for bucks
So take caution in the streets cause our sucks

This dude, he had the darkest pads, who up in the heart of brash
Forever talkin' trash, how he stacked niggaz to
Gunshots to corner four police
Stood like he modeled the latest fashions, sideshow performance

He raised the pull of grace, a razor blew his
Force calm the sere plus a of the dunga dun laced with toothpaste
Life ain't to be son, you could get trampled
By people that act more like animals than high off enamel

That's what his said whose locked for droppin' Akmed
In the candy store robbery probably to get his fed
He ain't listen, he a brain dead cocaine head
Older Mexicans knew, they killed him eatin'
But hey, kids, don't follow these dopes

Uh-huh, yeah, I can dig that
They me Prospect, I just came back from?
Had this on pause, now I'm back on course
It's lost on the Ave, to take my life from the past

Get this legal cash, dad
Kinda sad how he got dragged to negativity
Only if he had one love, trust for
This world be a better place, get what it takes

In a race to racism the snake in em
Bad ones, want to spend lives and
I'm to keep this positive vibe, and from that
I generate to the top, like Puffy won't

I'm mature now, with one knot, from tryin' to get
And to the shorties on the block, to twist 40 tops
Get your act together, do some carpentry with a Black n
And stop speedin' like a
From my life, to your life, I'm touchin' everybody Twinz me

Everything we is the truth
Prospect to Munroe, here in a hot second
The world run know, everything we speak is the truth
Squad