Luyện nghe bài hát Life is Tragic

Yeah, '96
One two, one two,
Mobb up in this, Infamous Mobb
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 nigga Kicko, back in the again
Slash slash player hater
We strive for action, breakin nigga's for cheese
Seems I gotta redeem, puncture your
Til I see and bleed
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 slanted, my seed I planted
life I give, Ty Knitty
A shield, trife or deal
Dun, is for real? Conquered and peeled (yeah)
Or you end up at will, only the real
Reality is trife by forcefield, but I
Police guns'll blast, little to stab at your hi-ide
Under you fold, under fire you fold, nigga

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

I got my nigga?black, killer in the world again
me down with 4 pounds
Legendary crown, Scarface and
Two grimeys, life combined one is in my body, dun
Now we're livin as one
Yo son, (yo son), I gotta stop 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 to see with Mobb eye
Genuine shine, left by bright light
Strike like Navy SEALS seen with dark
With the 'seal gat lace 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, Berreti ready
To chop or get chopped, son, let nobody know
Go handle your business, winner
Victorious, leavin you questionin this medicine
Curin your soul, takin of the situation
Situated at hand, we expand like land
Fool proof plan, the gingerbread man
me if you can, on the run, fugitive fled
Flee to be free, from my Queensbridge family
*?Tee-na?* ta expand
Luchiano feedin DJ Benny
Rock hop top top, ta-ta George?
Cliff my niggity
Fat Mom mouldy rap and Tee ya get ya flee
Duggidge, JL, *?why too Go hire two
Old Fake Lou, Tee cut the groups
Green Eyes and Nickel, Tee-lord, we no be no
Tee go gun knot panties, go
Send his ass to Puerto Rico
Jakes on terror, do black
All my men

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