Luyện nghe bài hát Life is Tragic

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

I tell my Kicko, back in the world again
Slash dove slash hater
We strive for action, nigga's knees 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 Mobb to the 2 G
My fam will be throughout the universe
Comin right back, back down to
it, just planned it
Got my ho bitches slanted, my I planted
Another I give, Ty Knitty
A visible shield, trife or
Dun, is for real? 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
Under 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 Dee, it's a prophecy
Live a lottery, up, massive mynogany

I got my nigga?black, killer in the world again
Holdin me down 4 pounds
Legendary crown, and Gambino
Two grimeys, word life one is in my body, dun
Now we're life as one
Yo son, (yo son), I gotta threadin on that shit, man, word up
But we trapped on this til the day that we die
Ain't no way to escape sight from my eye
my unlaw, juice from the wines
Far side to see with Mobb eye
Genuine shine, left 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 niggas 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 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
me if you can, on the run, fugitive fled
Flee to be free, carcerated from my family
*?Tee-na?* beats ta
Lakin Luchiano feedin DJ
Rock free hop top top, ta-ta
Cliff Diggity my
Fat Mom mouldy rap and Tee ya get ya mouth
Duggidge, JL, *?why too Go hire two
Old time Fake Lou, Tee cut the
Eyes and Nickel, Tee-lord, we no be no part
Tee go gun slingin panties, go
Send his ass back to Rico
on terror, do black skins
All my men

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