Luyện nghe bài hát Life is Tragic

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

I my nigga Kicko, back in the world again
Slash dove player hater
We strive for action, breakin nigga's for cheese
Seems I redeem, puncture your chest
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 the universe
Comin right back, down to Earth
Goddamn it, planned it
Got my ho bitches slanted, my seed I
life I give, Ty Knitty
A shield, trife or deal
Dun, is life for Conquered and peeled (yeah)
Or you end up at will, only the real
is trife by forcefield, but I shield
Police guns'll blast, little late to stab at hi-ide
fire you fold, under fire you fold, nigga

For all my team locked, locked inside
Penitentiaries, steady livin in
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 black in the again
me down with 4 pounds
Legendary crown, and Gambino
Two grimeys, word life 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 this planet til the day we die
Ain't no way to sight from my twin eye
my unlaw, juice from the wines
Far only to see with Mobb eye
shine, left blind by bright light
Strike like SEALS seen with dark light
the 'seal gat lace black for combat
(Lace for combat, combta, nigga, combat, nigga)

Twenty four lie, Southport I
All my li-locked down for life
Keep ya tight, cap front, hit em up right
gat keepin sick, cock, safety of
Steady, five Berreti
To chop or get chopped, son, don't let nobody
Go handle your business, champion
Victorious, leavin you questionin this with
Curin your soul, takin of the situation
Situated at hand, we like coke land
Fool proof plan, the gingerbread man
me if you can, on the run, fugitive fled
Flee to be free, carcerated from my Queensbridge
*?Tee-na?* ta expand
Luchiano feedin DJ Benny
Rock free hop top top, ta-ta
Cliff my niggity
Fat Mom rap and Tee ya get ya mouth flee
Duggidge, JL, too young?*? Go hire two
Old time Lou, Tee cut the groups
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)
in the world once again (once again)
Tryin ta make a million ten (times ten)
Friends, how many of us them?
Grow with, cat had the clap on the Infamous Mobb
In the world again (no question)
ta make a million times ten
Friends, how of us have them? (Have them)
On locked, Dee, cos Dee's them