Luyện nghe bài hát Life is Tragic

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

I tell my nigga Kicko, back in the again
Slash slash player hater
We for action, breakin nigga's knees for cheese
Seems I gotta redeem, your chest
Til I see flesh and
I all set, set
Things correct, weight, no escape
It's the Mobb to the year 2 G
My fam will be throughout the universe
right back, back down to Earth
Goddamn it, just it
Got my ho bitches slanted, my seed I
Another I give, Ty Knitty
A visible shield, 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
Police blast, little late to stab at your hi-ide
Under fire you fold, under fire you fold,

For all my team locked, locked inside
Penitentiaries, steady livin in
Intensively, then I strike you mentally then
rap the QBC
Convincively I can advance Dee, it's a
Live a lottery, up, massive mynogany

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

Twenty four lie, I support
All my li-locked down for life
Keep ya head tight, cap front, hit em up
Icepick-like gat keepin sick, cock, of
Steady, five Berreti
To or get chopped, son, don't let nobody know
Go handle business, champion winner
Victorious, leavin you questionin this with
Curin your soul, control of the situation
Situated at hand, we expand like land
Fool proof plan, like the man
me if you can, on the run, fugitive fled
Flee to be free, carcerated from my Queensbridge
*?Tee-na?* beats ta
Lakin Luchiano feedin DJ
free hop top top, ta-ta George?
Cliff Diggity my
Fat Mom mouldy rap and Tee ya get ya flee
Duggidge, JL, too young?*? Go hire two
Old time Fake Lou, Tee cut the
Green Eyes and Nickel, Tee-lord, we no be no
Tee go gun knot panties, go
Send his ass to Puerto Rico
on terror, do black skins
All my men

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