Luyện nghe bài hát i just died

Oh I, I just died in your arms
It mustve been something you
I just died in your arms (X3)
1
Pop died, didnt cry, didnt know him that
him doin heroin and me doin crack sales
Put in an egg shell, standin at the tabaknaco
Rather the church, to be hurt
Wouldnt work, so a was all on my face
Like damn that mans face is just my face
So Pop I forgive you for all the that I lived through
It all your fault hommie, you got caught
And to pen game, a fault
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 place in heaven to the next we meet foreva-eva
(X3)
2
(Feel my truth)
Music business hate me 'cause the aint make me
and boozers embrace 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 skillz truth be told
I probably be Talib Kweli
I wanted to rhyme like common sense
(but I did 5 mil) I aint rhymin like common since
When you sense got that much in common And been hustlin since
Your in ception for what perception, go with makes sense
Since I know what Im up
We as rappers must decide whats most
And I cant the poor if Im one of them
So I got rich and gave back, to me the win win
So time you see the hommie and his rims spin
Just know that my is working just like them
(X2)

Whoo uh uh cheyeah (young) cheyeah hahaha
I keep looking for I cant get
Broken hearts are all me
And I dont see an easy way to get out of
(turn the up turn the lights down Im in my zone)
3
(Feel my truth)
Speakers on the tears no tears should fall
'cause he was on the block when squares 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 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 and my words is alls I have
Whatcha do to me Nigga, scars or scab
Whatcha box me hommie, I can dodge your jab
Three shots couldnt touch me, thank god for
Im strong enough to carry Biggie on my back
And the whole B.K. holla back
(X4)