Luyện nghe bài hát Life is Tragic

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

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

For all my team locked, inside facilities
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 in the world again
Holdin me down with 4
crown, Scarface and Gambino
Two grimeys, word combined one is in my body, dun
Now we're livin as one
Yo son, (yo son), I gotta stop threadin on shit, man, word up
But we on this planet 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 with eye
Genuine shine, left blind by light
Strike like Navy SEALS seen dark light
With the 'seal gat lace for combat
(Lace for combat, combta, nigga, combat, nigga)

Twenty four lie, Southport I
All my niggas li-locked down for
Keep ya tight, cap front, hit em up right
gat keepin sick, cock, safety of
Steady, Berreti ready
To chop or get chopped, son, let nobody know
Go handle your business, champion
Victorious, leavin you questionin with medicine
Curin soul, takin control of the situation
at hand, we expand 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
beats ta expand
Lakin Luchiano feedin DJ
Rock hop top top, ta-ta George?
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 slingin panties, go
Send his ass back to Puerto
on terror, do black skins
All my men

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