Luyện nghe bài hát i just died

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

Whoo uh cheyeah uh cheyeah (young) hahaha
I keep looking for I cant get
Broken are all around me
And I dont see an 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 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 on our wall
He is just for the platinum yall record
I recall 'cause Ive really there before
scores 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 balls and my is alls I have
Whatcha do to me Nigga, scars or scab
gonna box me hommie, I can dodge your jab
Three shots couldnt me, thank god for that
Im strong enough to carry Biggie Smalls on my
And the whole B.K. nigga back
(X4)