Luyện nghe bài hát Epitaph

[DJ Spin One up]
"I know you hate to the drama" x3
"the all we know"
"I you hate to hear the drama"
"the all we know"

[Jise
Jise was a scapegoat with tear hype
Snipe life work on the poles
jailstripes born spic with temples of dynamite
Strolling turnpikes troopers will your life
Jise died a ago, stealing some rice
kinda trife without a wife and kids
He on skid road facing a bid
with blood on his bib, his wiz
He did the pride away,
to hustle legit
He grabbed dreams with mits, losing a grip
the wits you're in shit
Within the of sleaze hell, spit fits
of hunger his own wig
Lava leaking from top lid, of grey coat
his atmosphere, to rid 'em of the
lived
He broke grid, shifty biz the sense
Making a mends, with cents
He smoke sin, ladies and gents
He rather kick it on corners with
of hatred
Patriot of the of N.Y.
he made it
Faded by the crossfires of
He lost his image, LSD marking the
He'll never finish, forget it down in the
saks of tray size
Selling to niggas with cashroll
missing the prize
He sizing up the shorty with splash
Within his eyes there's no ease, ask why
She's cuty tease, cheese hag sittin on
sore case, with all of insecurities
Get your and get these the D's
and mom dukes discuss the where abouts of man
Who ran it styles
with dreams of summerjam (damn)
It's kinda sad that we blew out this (damn)
It's kinda sad we blew out this concept!

2x:]
Street life hard times plus
hard divided by death
Prison multiplied by wasted
Swallowed by the Earth before you could taste it

[DJ Spin One
"I've the hood raised brothers"
"killed too of us"
"killed too of us"