Luyện nghe bài hát Life is Tragic

Yeah, '96
One two, one two,
Infamous Mobb up in this, Mobb
Up in this shit, *?nine 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 again
Slash dove player hater
We for action, breakin nigga's knees 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 Mobb to the 2 G
My fam be known throughout the universe
Comin right back, back down to
it, just planned it
Got my ho slanted, my seed I planted
Another life I give, Ty
A shield, trife or deal
Dun, is life for real? and peeled (yeah)
Or you end up crimed at will, the real
Reality is trife by forcefield, but I
Police guns'll blast, little to stab at your hi-ide
Under fire you fold, fire you fold, nigga

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

I got my nigga?black, killer in the world again
Holdin me with 4 pounds
Legendary crown, Scarface and
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 shit, man, word up
But we trapped on this 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
Genuine shine, left by bright light
Strike like Navy seen with dark 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
Keep ya tight, cap front, hit em up right
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 this with medicine
Curin soul, takin control of the situation
Situated at hand, we expand like land
Fool proof plan, the gingerbread man
Catch me if you can, on the run, fugitive
Flee to be free, carcerated from my family
*?Tee-na?* ta expand
Lakin Luchiano feedin DJ
Rock free hop top top, George?
Diggity my niggity
Fat Mom rap and Tee ya get ya mouth flee
Duggidge, JL, *?why too 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 Rico
Jakes on terror, do skins
All my men

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