Luyện nghe bài hát Life is Tragic

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

I tell my nigga Kicko, back in the again
Slash dove slash player
We strive for action, breakin nigga's 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 to the year 2 G
My fam will be known throughout the
Comin right back, down to Earth
Goddamn it, just it
Got my ho slanted, my seed I planted
Another life I give, Ty
A shield, trife or deal
Dun, is life for real? Conquered and (yeah)
Or you end up crimed at will, only the
Reality is by forcefield, but I shield
Police guns'll blast, little late to at your hi-ide
Under you fold, under fire you fold, nigga

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

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

Twenty four lie, I support
All my niggas down for life
Keep ya head tight, cap front, hit em up
Icepick-like gat keepin sick, cock, of
Steady, five Berreti
To chop or get chopped, son, let nobody know
Go handle your business, winner
Victorious, leavin you questionin this with
Curin your soul, control of the situation
Situated at hand, we expand like coke
Fool plan, like the gingerbread man
me if you can, on the run, fugitive fled
Flee to be free, carcerated from my family
*?Tee-na?* beats ta
Lakin feedin DJ Benny
free hop top top, ta-ta George?
Cliff my niggity
Fat Mom mouldy rap and Tee ya get ya mouth
Duggidge, JL, *?why too Go hire two
Old Fake Lou, Tee cut the groups
Eyes and Nickel, Tee-lord, we no be no part
Tee go gun slingin panties, go
his ass back to Puerto Rico
Jakes on terror, do skins
All my men

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