Luyện nghe bài hát i just died

Oh I, I just died in arms tonight
It mustve something you said
I died in your arms tonight (X3)
1
Pop died, didnt cry, know him that well
Between him doin heroin and me doin crack
Put that in an egg shell, at the tabaknaco
Rather the church, pretendin to be
Wouldnt work, so a smirk was all on my
Like that mans face is just like my face
So Pop I you for all the shit that I lived through
It wasnt all your hommie, you got caught
And to this pen game, a
That Uncle Ray Lost, My big and so many others I saw
Im glad we got to see each other, Talk and remeet each other
Save a in heaven to the next time we meet foreva-eva
(X3)
2
(Feel my truth)
Music business hate me 'cause the aint make me
Hustlers and embrace me in the music I be makin
I dumbed down a audience to double my dollas
They criticize me for all yet they all holla
The hold truth be told
I probably be Talib Kweli
Truthfully I wanted to like common sense
(but I did 5 mil) I been rhymin like common since
When you sense got that much in common And youve been since
in ception for what perception, go with what makes sense
Since I know Im up against
We as rappers decide whats most Important
And I cant help the poor if Im one of
So I got rich and gave back, to me the win win
So next you see the hommie and his rims spin
know that my mind is working just like them
(X2)

Whoo uh cheyeah uh cheyeah (young) hahaha
I looking for something I cant get
Broken hearts are all me
And I dont see an way to get out of this
(turn the up turn the lights down Im in my zone)
3
(Feel my truth)
Speakers on the tears when no tears should
'cause he was on the block when squares get off
See in my inner circle all we do is
we all got triangles on our wall
He is rappin for the platinum yall record
I recall Ive really been there before
Four and 7 years ago the papers flow, paper war
I should fear no man, you hear me though
These words just here to go
In the one ear, out the ear, No
My balls and my words is alls I
Whatcha gonna do to me Nigga, scars or
gonna box me hommie, I can dodge your jab
Three couldnt touch me, thank god for that
Im enough to carry Biggie Smalls on my back
And the whole B.K. nigga back
(X4)