Luyện nghe bài hát Life is Tragic

Yeah, '96
One two, one two,
Infamous Mobb up in this, Infamous
Up in this shit, *?nine car?* to the 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 dove slash hater
We strive for action, breakin knees for cheese
Seems I gotta redeem, puncture chest
Til I see and bleed
I all set, set
Things correct, weight, no escape
the Infamous Mobb to the year 2 G
My fam will be known the universe
Comin right back, back to Earth
it, just planned it
Got my ho bitches slanted, my I planted
Another life I give, Ty
A visible shield, or deal
Dun, is for real? Conquered and peeled (yeah)
Or you end up crimed at will, only the
is trife 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 team locked, inside facilities
Penitentiaries, livin 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, black in the world again
Holdin me down 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 stop threadin on that shit, man, up
But we trapped on this planet til the day we die
Ain't no way to escape sight my twin eye
my unlaw, juice from the wines
Far only to see with Mobb eye
Genuine shine, left blind by light
like Navy SEALS seen with dark light
With the gat lace black for combat
(Lace for combat, combta, nigga, combat, nigga)

four lie, Southport I support
All my niggas li-locked for life
Keep ya tight, cap front, hit em up right
Icepick-like gat sick, cock, safety of
Steady, five ready
To chop or get chopped, son, don't let know
Go handle business, champion winner
Victorious, you questionin this with medicine
Curin your soul, control of the situation
Situated at hand, we expand like coke
proof plan, like the gingerbread man
Catch me if you can, on the run, fugitive
Flee to be free, from my Queensbridge family
*?Tee-na?* ta expand
Lakin Luchiano feedin DJ
free 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 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 back to Puerto
on terror, do black skins
All my men

Life is (tragic)
Back in the once again (once again)
Tryin ta make a times ten (times ten)
Friends, how of us have them?
Grow with, cat had the clap 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 bagged