Luyện nghe bài hát Life is Tragic

Yeah, '96
One two, one two,
Infamous up in this, Infamous Mobb
Up in this shit, car?* 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 slash player hater
We strive for action, breakin nigga's 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 Infamous to the year 2 G
My fam will be throughout the universe
Comin right back, back down to
Goddamn it, planned it
Got my ho slanted, my seed I planted
life I give, Ty Knitty
A visible shield, or deal
Dun, is life for real? Conquered and (yeah)
Or you end up at will, only the real
Reality is by forcefield, but I shield
Police guns'll blast, little late to stab at hi-ide
Under fire you fold, under fire you fold,

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

I got my nigga?black, killer black in the world
Holdin me with 4 pounds
Legendary crown, and Gambino
Two grimeys, life combined one is in my body, dun
Now livin life as one
Yo son, (yo son), I gotta stop threadin on that shit, man, up
But we trapped on planet til the day that we die
no way to escape sight from my twin eye
Above my unlaw, from the wines
Far side only to see Mobb eye
shine, left blind by bright light
Strike like Navy SEALS seen with light
With the 'seal gat lace black for
(Lace for combat, combta, nigga, combat, nigga)

four lie, Southport I support
All my li-locked down for life
ya head tight, cap front, hit em up right
Icepick-like gat sick, cock, safety of
Steady, Berreti ready
To chop or get chopped, son, don't let know
Go handle your business, winner
Victorious, leavin you questionin this medicine
Curin your soul, control of the situation
Situated at hand, we expand coke land
Fool plan, like the gingerbread man
me if you can, on the run, fugitive fled
Flee to be free, from my Queensbridge family
beats ta expand
Lakin Luchiano feedin DJ
Rock free hop top top, ta-ta
Diggity my niggity
Fat Mom mouldy rap and Tee ya get ya mouth
Duggidge, JL, *?why too Go hire two
Old time Lou, Tee cut the groups
Green Eyes and Nickel, Tee-lord, we no be no
Tee go gun knot panties, go
his ass back to Puerto Rico
Jakes on terror, do black
All my men

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