Luyện nghe bài hát Truth Rap

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

Hey yo, the kid still at it, woke up from coma
Seen hell came and here 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', before that and
12 old, a lost soul, bumpin', "Illmatic"
Gunshots tried and almost the young kid's live
do it, I been through it the young kid survived

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

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

everybody 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 fiends and dope

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

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

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

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

crackin' the pavement, streets breakin' up
The thrill is gone and it's a long walk
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, we'll together
a candle we can shine forever or I can pass
So I won't miss Aaliyah's in Heaven

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

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

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

I'm in the city where it's where killers follow direction
And witness protection to get a shot at they brain
Where the babies carry semis and swallow pills for
paper for polly'n, penny-pinch for hours

Take sacks from cowards when the streets is
Tuck guns in trunks 'cause G's is boxin'
Ain't no other options if you stand on 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 every youngster from my block has been a part of the
I've been since eighty-seven and famous since eighty-nine
Teaching came from the Nation, my spirit is divine

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