Luyện nghe bài hát Moment 4 Life

I go hard,
nothing less devoted,
I put in every bar,
Take a second and it,
I that things aint what they seem,
It's blessings is coded,
I knew this be my moment for life the second I wrote it,
And yea I every day, I got used to the hope,
Playing tug-of-war with the world, I was my rope,
But contrary to what haters usually hope,
When you talk about me now, tell I used to be broke,
Bad for your health a raw flow,
can't mention rap in my presence,
Unless and elf in the North Pole,
You get that, you so unprepared,
Snap back flow, to me being over your head,
Damn! I'm bigger, stronger and than them,
Put my life behind bars, how I mastered the pen
Ten, nine eight, seven six five three, two one,
Motherf-cker my time,
I write it in the script and sell it,
This of story many n-ggas don't live to tell it,
I put my life in sentence, like a convicted felon,
Victory is mine, climb a mountain raise my fists and it,
I wish that I could this moment a bit longer,
In the of the moment, the moment gonn' get stronger,
But shit hunger, make friends switch to
Then the tone of a bitch on ya,
Keep your on your hip,
you boning them chicks, homie,
They be blowing your cut, man hoes is a bit phony,
I move out O's in the drought,
The day I trick on a bitch you see in the south,
Way when I had the goals in my mouth,
I was pimping like Jerome in the house,
Thinking back to my years,
Now the Aston Martin doors open like ears,
top black shoes on the drop,
Martin got it looking like a skin head and Doc Martens,
It all started with a dream like Doc Martin, King,
Do your thing n-gga talking,
Back when dropped the dirt on my pops coffin,
Left a hard spot on my that will not soften,
I'm in this beautiful thing,
So in my nightmares I'm still pursuing my dreams,
Got the shooter on the roof, view to king,
They tell me bring the crown and make the funeral clean,
It's no chance for the bow, I romance the war,
And these too clean to slow dance with the poor,
Ten seconds on the clock, I a glance at the score,
We down by two so I with the ball,
Too fast for your no need to rewind,
I shake him out his 2 shoes, I got 3 on my mind,
4 seconds left, and it's like 5 pressing me,
I need 6 rings Jordan in my legacy,
7 on the bench watching me in slow mo,
I ate (8) the up too easy, no homo,
Straight down the to the top of the line,
And pulled that motherfucker back I was cocking a 9,
And let it fly thinking 'Los did it again',
ya'll n-ggas need heart, I'm the wizard you tin man,
It take 10 men to get the heart of one man,
Cuz no ten men would go as hard as one man,
Damn, who would've thought that I was thorough,
Put a ribbon on the moon, my out this world n-gga