Luyện nghe bài hát Life is Tragic

Yeah, '96
One two, one two,
Infamous Mobb up in this, Infamous
Up in this shit, *?nine to the year 2 G
We're all set like this, to my Kicko
Yo, y'all, Gambino,

I tell my Kicko, back in the world again
Slash slash player hater
We strive for action, nigga's knees for cheese
Seems I gotta redeem, puncture your
Til I see flesh and
I all set, set
Things correct, balance weight, no
It's the Infamous to the year 2 G
My fam will be known throughout the
right back, back down to Earth
Goddamn it, planned it
Got my ho bitches slanted, my I planted
life I give, Ty Knitty
A shield, trife or deal
Dun, is for real? Conquered and peeled (yeah)
Or you end up crimed at will, the real
Reality is by forcefield, but I shield
guns'll blast, little late to stab at your hi-ide
Under fire you fold, under fire you fold,

For all my team locked, locked facilities
Penitentiaries, steady in misery
Intensively, then I strike you mentally physically
rap the QBC
Convincively I can advance Dee, a prophecy
a lottery, shut up, massive mynogany

I got my nigga?black, black in the world again
Holdin me down with 4
crown, Scarface and Gambino
Two grimeys, word life one is in my body, dun
Now we're livin as one
Yo son, (yo son), I gotta stop threadin on that shit, man, up
But we trapped on this planet til the day we die
Ain't no way to escape from my twin eye
my unlaw, juice from the wines
Far side only to see with eye
Genuine shine, left blind by light
Strike like Navy SEALS with dark light
With the gat lace black for combat
(Lace for combat, combta, nigga, combat, nigga)

Twenty four lie, Southport I
All my niggas down for life
Keep ya tight, cap front, hit em up right
gat keepin sick, cock, safety of
Steady, five ready
To chop or get chopped, son, don't let know
Go handle your business, champion
Victorious, leavin you questionin this with
Curin soul, takin control of the situation
Situated at hand, we expand coke land
Fool proof plan, like the man
Catch me if you can, on the run, fled
to be free, carcerated from my Queensbridge family
*?Tee-na?* beats ta
Lakin Luchiano DJ Benny
Rock hop top top, ta-ta George?
Diggity my niggity
Fat Mom rap and Tee ya get ya mouth flee
Duggidge, JL, *?why too Go hire two
Old time Fake Lou, Tee cut the
Green and Nickel, Tee-lord, we no be no part
Tee go gun knot panties, go
Send his ass back to Rico
Jakes on terror, do black
All my men

is tragic (tragic)
Back in the world once (once again)
Tryin ta make a million ten (times ten)
Friends, how many of us them?
Grow with, this cat had the clap on the Infamous
In the world again (no question)
ta make a million times ten
Friends, how many of us them? (Have them)
On locked, Dee, cos Dee's them