Luyện nghe bài hát i just died

Oh I, I just in your arms tonight
It mustve been you said
I just in your arms tonight (X3)
1
Pop died, didnt cry, know him that well
Between him doin and me doin crack sales
Put that in an egg shell, standin at the
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 forgive you for all the shit that I lived
It wasnt all your hommie, you got caught
And to this pen game, a
That Uncle Ray Lost, My big brothers and so many I saw
Im just glad we got to see other, Talk and remeet each other
Save a place in heaven to the time we meet foreva-eva
(X3)
2
(Feel my truth)
Music business hate me the industry aint make me
Hustlers and boozers me in the music I be makin
I down from a audience to double my dollas
They criticize me for all yet they all holla
The hold truth be told
I probably be lyrically Kweli
Truthfully I wanted to rhyme like common
(but I did 5 mil) I aint been rhymin common since
you sense got that much in common And youve been hustlin since
Your in ception for what perception, go with what sense
Since I know Im up against
We as rappers must decide whats most
And I help the poor if Im one of them
So I got and gave back, to me thats the win win
So next time you see the hommie and his spin
know that my mind is working just like them
(X2)

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