Luyện nghe bài hát i just died

Oh I, I died in your arms tonight
It been something you said
I just died in arms tonight (X3)
1
Pop died, cry, didnt know him that well
Between him doin heroin and me doin sales
Put in an egg shell, standin at the tabaknaco
Rather the church, to be hurt
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 I lived through
It wasnt all fault hommie, you got caught
And to pen game, a fault
That Uncle Ray Lost, My big brothers and so others I saw
Im glad we got to see each other, Talk and remeet each other
Save a place in heaven to the next time we meet
(X3)
2
(Feel my truth)
Music business me 'cause the industry aint make me
Hustlers and boozers embrace me in the I be makin
I dumbed down from a to double my dollas
They me for all yet they all yell holla
The hold truth be told
I probably be lyrically Kweli
Truthfully I wanted to rhyme common sense
(but I did 5 mil) I been rhymin like common since
When you got that much in common And youve been hustlin since
Your in ception for what perception, go with what makes
I know what Im up against
We as rappers decide 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 (young) cheyeah hahaha
I keep looking for I cant get
Broken hearts are all me
And I see an easy 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 no tears should fall
'cause he was on the block those squares get off
See in my inner circle all we do is
Till we all got on our wall
He is just rappin for the platinum yall
I 'cause Ive really been there before
Four 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 balls and my words is alls I
gonna do to me Nigga, scars or scab
Whatcha gonna box me hommie, I can your jab
Three shots couldnt touch me, thank god for
Im strong enough to carry Biggie on my back
And the B.K. nigga holla back
(X4)