Luyện nghe bài hát i just died

Oh I, I just died in your tonight
It been something you said
I died in your arms tonight (X3)
1
Pop died, didnt cry, didnt him that well
Between him doin heroin and me doin crack
Put that in an egg shell, standin at the
Rather the church, pretendin to be
Wouldnt work, so a was all on my face
Like damn that mans face is like my face
So Pop I you for all the shit that I lived through
It all your fault 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 each other, Talk and remeet each
Save a place in heaven to the next we meet foreva-eva
(X3)
2
(Feel my truth)
Music business hate me 'cause the industry make me
Hustlers and boozers me in the music I be makin
I dumbed down from a audience to double my
They me for all yet they all yell holla
The hold truth be told
I probably be lyrically Kweli
Truthfully I to rhyme like common sense
(but I did 5 mil) I aint been like common since
you sense got that much in common And youve been hustlin since
Your in ception for perception, go with what makes sense
I know what Im up against
We as rappers must whats most Important
And I cant help the if Im one of them
So I got rich and back, to me thats the win win
So next time you see the hommie and his rims
Just know my mind is working just like them
(X2)

Whoo uh cheyeah uh cheyeah (young) cheyeah
I keep for something I cant get
Broken are all around me
And I see an easy 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 those get off
See in my inner circle all we do is
Till we all got triangles on our
He is rappin for the platinum yall record
I recall 'cause Ive really there before
Four and 7 years ago the papers flow, paper war
I should no man, you dont hear me though
These aint 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, or scab
gonna box me hommie, I can dodge your jab
Three shots couldnt touch me, god for that
Im strong enough to carry Biggie Smalls on my
And the whole B.K. nigga back
(X4)