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
all set like this, to my nigga Kicko
Yo, y'all, Gambino,

I tell my nigga Kicko, back in the again
Slash slash player hater
We strive for action, breakin nigga's knees for
Seems I gotta redeem, your chest
Til I see flesh and
I all set, set
Things correct, balance weight, no
It's the Mobb to the year 2 G
My fam will be known throughout the
Comin right back, back to Earth
Goddamn it, planned it
Got my ho bitches slanted, my seed I
Another I give, Ty Knitty
A shield, trife or deal
Dun, is life for real? Conquered and (yeah)
Or you end up crimed at will, only the
Reality is trife by forcefield, but I
Police guns'll blast, little late to at your 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 physically
rap the QBC
Convincively I can advance Dee, it's a
Live a lottery, up, massive mynogany

I got my nigga?black, killer black in the again
Holdin me with 4 pounds
Legendary crown, Scarface and
Two grimeys, word 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
Ain't no way to escape from my twin eye
Above my unlaw, from the wines
Far side to see with Mobb eye
Genuine shine, left blind by light
like Navy SEALS seen with dark light
With the 'seal gat lace for combat
(Lace for combat, combta, nigga, combat, nigga)

Twenty lie, Southport I support
All my li-locked down for life
Keep ya tight, cap front, hit em up right
Icepick-like gat sick, cock, safety of
Steady, Berreti ready
To or get chopped, son, don't let nobody know
Go your business, champion winner
Victorious, leavin you questionin this with
Curin your soul, control of the situation
at hand, we expand like coke land
Fool proof plan, like the man
Catch me if you can, on the run, fled
to be free, carcerated from my Queensbridge family
*?Tee-na?* beats ta
Lakin Luchiano feedin DJ
Rock free hop top top, George?
Cliff my niggity
Fat Mom mouldy rap and Tee ya get ya flee
Duggidge, JL, too young?*? Go hire two
Old time Fake Lou, Tee cut the
Green Eyes and Nickel, Tee-lord, we no be no
Tee go gun slingin panties, go
Send his ass to Puerto Rico
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 have
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