Luyện nghe bài hát Life is Tragic

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

I tell my nigga Kicko, in the world again
dove slash player hater
We strive for action, breakin nigga's for cheese
Seems I gotta redeem, puncture chest
Til I see and bleed
I all set, set
Things correct, balance weight, no
the Infamous Mobb to the year 2 G
My fam will be throughout the universe
right back, back down to Earth
Goddamn it, planned it
Got my ho bitches slanted, my seed I
Another life I give, Ty
A visible shield, or deal
Dun, is life for Conquered and peeled (yeah)
Or you end up crimed at will, only the
Reality is trife by forcefield, but I
Police guns'll blast, little late to stab at hi-ide
Under fire you fold, fire you fold, nigga

For all my locked, 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, massive

I got my nigga?black, killer black in the again
me down with 4 pounds
Legendary crown, Scarface and
Two grimeys, life combined 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, juice the wines
Far side only to see with eye
Genuine shine, blind by bright light
Strike Navy SEALS seen with dark light
With the gat lace black for combat
(Lace for combat, combta, nigga, combat, nigga)

Twenty four lie, 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, five Berreti
To chop or get chopped, son, don't let know
Go your business, champion winner
Victorious, leavin you questionin this medicine
Curin your soul, takin control of the
Situated at hand, we expand coke 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 feedin DJ Benny
free hop top top, ta-ta George?
Cliff Diggity my
Fat Mom mouldy rap and Tee ya get ya mouth
Duggidge, JL, *?why too Go hire two
Old Fake Lou, Tee cut the groups
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 world once (once again)
Tryin ta make a times ten (times ten)
Friends, how many of us them?
with, this cat had the clap on the Infamous Mobb
In the once again (no question)
Tryin ta make a times ten
Friends, how many of us have (Have them)
On locked, Dee, cos Dee's bagged