Luyện nghe bài hát i just died

Oh I, I just in your arms tonight
It mustve something you said
I just died in your tonight (X3)
1
Pop died, didnt cry, didnt know him that
Between him doin heroin and me doin sales
Put that in an egg shell, at the tabaknaco
Rather the church, to be hurt
Wouldnt work, so a smirk was all on my
Like damn that mans face is just like my
So Pop I forgive you for all the shit that I through
It wasnt all fault hommie, you got caught
And to pen game, a fault
Uncle Ray Lost, My big brothers and so many others I saw
Im just glad we got to see each other, Talk and 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 industry make me
Hustlers and boozers me in the music I be makin
I dumbed from a audience to double my dollas
They me for all yet they all yell holla
The hold truth be told
I be lyrically Talib Kweli
Truthfully I wanted to like common sense
(but I did 5 mil) I aint been like common since
When you sense got that much in common And youve been hustlin
Your in ception for what perception, go with what sense
I know what Im up against
We as rappers must decide most Important
And I cant the poor if Im one of them
So I got rich and gave back, to me 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 uh cheyeah (young) cheyeah hahaha
I keep looking for something I 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 no tears should fall
'cause he was on the block those squares get off
See in my inner all we do is ball
we all got triangles on our wall
He is rappin for the platinum yall record
I recall 'cause Ive really there before
Four scores and 7 years ago the flow, paper war
I should fear no man, you hear me though
words aint just here to go
In the one ear, out the ear, No
My balls and my words is alls I
Whatcha do to me Nigga, scars or scab
Whatcha gonna box me hommie, I can dodge 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)