Luyện nghe bài hát i just died

Oh I, I just died in your tonight
It been something you said
I just died in your arms (X3)
1
Pop died, cry, didnt know him that well
Between him heroin and me doin crack sales
Put that in an egg shell, at the tabaknaco
Rather the church, to be hurt
Wouldnt work, so a was all on my face
Like damn that mans face is like my face
So Pop I forgive you for all the shit that I through
It all your fault hommie, you got caught
And to pen game, a fault
That Uncle Ray Lost, My big brothers and so others I saw
Im just we got to see each other, Talk and remeet each other
Save a place in heaven to the next time we foreva-eva
(X3)
2
(Feel my truth)
Music business hate me the industry aint make me
and boozers embrace me in the music I be makin
I dumbed down a audience to double my dollas
criticize me for all yet they all yell holla
The skillz truth be told
I probably be lyrically Talib
Truthfully I to rhyme like common sense
(but I did 5 mil) I aint been rhymin common since
When you sense got that in common And youve been hustlin since
Your in ception for perception, go with what makes sense
Since I know what Im up
We as rappers must decide most Important
And I help the poor if Im one of them
So I got and gave back, to me thats 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) cheyeah
I keep looking for I cant get
hearts are all around me
And I dont see an way to get out of this
(turn the music up the lights down Im in my zone)
3
(Feel my truth)
Speakers on the tears when no tears should
'cause he was on the when those squares get off
See in my inner circle all we do is
Till we all got triangles on our
He is just rappin for the platinum yall
I recall 'cause Ive really there before
Four scores and 7 years ago the papers flow, war
I should fear no man, you hear me though
These words aint just to go
In the one ear, out the ear, No
My and my words is alls I have
Whatcha gonna do to me Nigga, or scab
Whatcha gonna box me hommie, I can dodge jab
Three couldnt touch me, thank god for that
Im enough to carry Biggie Smalls on my back
And the whole B.K. nigga holla
(X4)