Luyện nghe bài hát Epitaph

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

One]
Jise was a scapegoat with staggered tear
Snipe life on the street poles
with jailstripes born spic with of dynamite
Strolling troopers will take your life
Jise a week ago, stealing some rice
kinda trife without a wife and kids
He landed on skid road a bid
with blood on his bib, his wiz
He should've did the away,
slid to legit
He grabbed dreams mits, losing a steady grip
the wits you're in shit
Within the pits of hell, spit fits
of split his own wig
leaking from top lid, shades of grey coat
his atmosphere, to rid 'em of the
lived
He broke grid, shifty biz the greenback
a mends, with pocket cents
He smoke sin, robbing 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 his image, LSD marking the scrimmage
He'll never finish, forget it down in the
with of tray size
Selling to vintage with cashroll
missing the whole
He sizing up the with splash expertise
Within his eyes no ease, don't ask why
She's cuty tease, hag sittin on genital
sore case, with all of insecurities
Get your knees and get the D's
and mom discuss the where abouts of young man
Who ran it styles
with dreams of summerjam (damn)
It's kinda sad that we out this concept (damn)
It's kinda sad that we blew out concept!

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

[DJ One cuts]
"I've seen the raised brothers"
"killed too of us"
"killed too of us"