Luyện nghe bài hát Headstone

Victory,
on my neck—Mr. T
Victory,
Zombie reppin' that NYC
Victory,
Ice round my neck I'm Lil Weezy
We run this like a pair of cleats
It's on earth but this where I be

Money over on my headstone
Here lies nigga gettin' paid
Never a loss on my headstone
take a L when I'm smokin' it
Zombie gang three times on my
Been thuggin' from the cradle to the
Now your favorite rapper on a headstone
Too late—he already

Imagine when thirty thousand feet up what you think of?
Boy, I hated knowin' that my thoughts a dream
'Cause I never knew I'd get my to link up
Boy, I tell you, all of unusual to me
I came from the bottom, Flatbush livin', walkin' dead on
Put your favorite rapper's name up on a
Big for the cheese and you're dead wrong
Propaganda set the in the terrordome

I hit it doggystyle, she it back, yeah, I'm born to mack
dark and Hell is hot so leave me where I'm at
I'm how I wanna, no reasonable doubt
It's to see, all eyez on me, 400 degrees
Who am I? Ruthless, does it
The smoke in public, hate it or love it
The underdogs, with swords
It was in my diary this art of war
I'm feelin' infamous, with my technique
A revolutionary shinin', with teeth
Young Don Cartagena, excuse my demeanor, this the life
You not a player, you ain't half as nice
I'm born again, after death, I made the sacrifice
I'm supa dupa fly, keep them hypnotized
I said my name is Juice, AmeriKKKa's
Ain't no half-steppin', see you at tha

Put money over on my headstone
Here young nigga gettin' paper
take a loss on my headstone
Only take an L I'm smokin' it
Zombie gang three on my headstone
Been thuggin' from the to the grave
Now your rapper name on a headstone
Too late—he dead

It was in the children's story, that life's a bitch
So what'cha want? Everyday I with it
God can judge me slippin', I'm infinitely big pimpin'
Though the genesis, dead presidents, a gem on 'em
Hell on earth, these the last dayz, throw ya up
Get money, Quiet Storm, havin' thoughts
For the C.R.E.A.M,
For the money, all the is the lemonade
I'm a playa on the late night tip, shorty six
She the prototype, Tip drill, kiss her
Resevoir Dogs, check the score, ignorant
Blackout, can I live? Hellrazor, still me
Kiss of death, and protect ya
Three dope in a Cadillac, Gravediggaz
Kiss of death, and protect ya neck, on a nigga
Three dope boys in a Cadillac,

Put over bitches on my headstone
Here lies young nigga gettin'
Never take a on my headstone
Only take a L I'm smokin' it
Zombie gang three on my headstone
Been thuggin' from the to the grave
Now your favorite name on a headstone
Too late—he dead

Right now I'm on the (so don't push me)
Troublesome since '96 (you a one)
Breath easy, the ledge (I'm your pusha)
What's that? I pussy

Let me my guns, um, hm
Five, four, three, two, one, run!
Hi, my is Durt Cobain
Like a pimp, I go, 'til the next, episode
Ain't a nann nigga this
Beast shit (blat-blat!) reloaded
Fuck other niggas, ride or die for my niggas
Strictly 4 my niggas, survival of the
Woop-woop! That's the sound of the police, I'm in deep
Earth, skrt, lean back, give me one more chance
They say Jesus and the Devil wear Prada
But I'm so, so deaf, God can't tell me
Write this on my death certificate, I gave you
21 questions, like who shot ya? I ya!
Warning, watch them flashin' lights papparazi
Two words, fuck bitches, get
da night, guess who's back on my block
Rather unique, I lick a shot in
firearm silencer on, that quiet storm
T-O-N-Y—top of New York a pitchfork