Luyện nghe bài hát Moment 4 Life

I go hard,
nothing less devoted,
I put in every bar,
Take a and note it,
I know that aint what they seem,
like blessings is coded,
I knew this would be my for life the second I wrote it,
And yea I every day, I got used to the hope,
tug-of-war with the world, I was losing my rope,
But contrary to what would usually hope,
you talk about me now, tell them I used to be broke,
Bad for your health a raw flow,
N-ggas mention rap in my presence,
you're 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, and faster than them,
Put my behind bars, that's 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 kind of many n-ggas don't live to tell it,
I put my in this sentence, like a convicted felon,
Victory is mine, climb a raise my fists and yell it,
I wish that I could have this a bit longer,
In the midst of the moment, the gonn' get stronger,
But shit hunger, make friends to opponents
Then the tone of a bitch on ya,
Keep chrome on your hip,
When you boning chicks, homie,
They be blowing cut, man these hoes is a bit phony,
I move out O's in the drought,
The day I on a bitch you see snow in the south,
Way back when I had the in my mouth,
N-gga I was like Jerome in the house,
Thinking back to my years,
Now the Aston Martin doors open Martin's ears,
White top black on the drop,
Martin got it like a skin head and some Doc Martens,
It all with a dream like Doc Martin, Luther King,
Do your thing stop talking,
Back they dropped the dirt on my pops coffin,
Left a hard spot on my heart will not soften,
I'm lost in 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 back and the funeral clean,
It's no chance for the bow, I romance the war,
And these n-ggas too clean to slow with the poor,
Ten seconds on the clock, I take a at the score,
We down by two so I advance the ball,
Too for your forward 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 n-ggas me,
I need 6 like Jordan in my legacy,
7 n-ggas on the bench watching me in mo,
I ate (8) the up too easy, no homo,
Straight the middle to the top of the line,
And pulled that motherfucker like I was cocking a 9,
And let it fly thinking 'Los did it again',
Damn 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 that I was this thorough,
Put a ribbon on the moon, my gift out this n-gga