Luyện nghe bài hát Life is Tragic

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

I tell my nigga Kicko, back in the world
Slash dove player hater
We for action, breakin nigga's knees for cheese
Seems I gotta redeem, puncture chest
Til I see flesh and
I all set, set
Things correct, weight, no escape
It's the Infamous Mobb to the 2 G
My fam be known throughout the universe
Comin back, back down to Earth
it, just planned it
Got my ho bitches slanted, my seed I
Another life I give, Ty
A visible shield, trife or
Dun, is life for real? and peeled (yeah)
Or you end up crimed at will, only the
Reality is trife by forcefield, but I
Police guns'll blast, little late to at your hi-ide
Under fire you fold, fire you fold, nigga

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

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

Twenty lie, Southport I support
All my niggas li-locked down for
ya head tight, cap front, hit em up right
Icepick-like gat keepin sick, cock, of
Steady, five ready
To or get chopped, son, don't let nobody know
Go handle your business, champion
Victorious, leavin you this with medicine
your soul, takin control of the situation
Situated at hand, we expand like coke
Fool proof plan, like the man
me if you can, on the run, fugitive fled
Flee to be free, from my Queensbridge family
*?Tee-na?* beats ta
Lakin Luchiano feedin DJ
free hop top top, ta-ta George?
Cliff Diggity my
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 slingin panties, go
Send his ass back to Puerto
on terror, do black skins
All my men

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