Luyện nghe bài hát Life is Tragic

Yeah, '96
One two, one two,
Infamous Mobb up in this, Infamous
Up in shit, *?nine car?* 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 world
Slash dove 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 Mobb to the 2 G
My fam be known throughout the universe
right back, back down to Earth
Goddamn it, planned it
Got my ho bitches slanted, my seed I
Another life I give, Ty
A visible shield, 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 blast, little late to stab at your hi-ide
Under you fold, under fire you fold, nigga

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

I got my nigga?black, killer black in the again
Holdin me down with 4
crown, Scarface and Gambino
Two grimeys, word combined one is in my body, dun
Now livin life as one
Yo son, (yo son), I stop 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
my unlaw, juice from the wines
Far side only to see with eye
Genuine shine, left by bright light
Strike like Navy seen with dark light
With the 'seal gat lace for combat
(Lace for combat, combta, nigga, combat, nigga)

Twenty four lie, I support
All my niggas down for life
Keep ya tight, cap front, hit em up right
Icepick-like gat keepin sick, cock, of
Steady, five Berreti
To or get chopped, son, don't let nobody know
Go handle your business, champion
Victorious, leavin you questionin this with
Curin your soul, control of the situation
Situated at hand, we expand like land
proof plan, like the gingerbread man
Catch me if you can, on the run, fled
to be free, carcerated from my Queensbridge family
*?Tee-na?* beats ta
Lakin feedin DJ Benny
Rock free hop top top, ta-ta
Cliff Diggity my
Fat Mom rap and Tee ya get ya mouth flee
Duggidge, JL, too young?*? 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 Puerto
on terror, do black skins
All my men

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