Luyện nghe bài hát Moment 4 Life

I go hard,
nothing than devoted,
I put knowledge in bar,
Take a and note it,
I know that things aint what seem,
It's like is coded,
I knew this would be my moment for life the I wrote it,
And yea I struggled day, I got used to the hope,
Playing tug-of-war with the world, I was my rope,
But contrary to what haters would hope,
When you talk about me now, tell I used to be broke,
Bad for health with a raw flow,
N-ggas can't rap in my presence,
Unless you're and elf in the Pole,
You get that, you so unprepared,
Snap flow, adjust to me being over your head,
Damn! I'm bigger, stronger and than them,
Put my behind bars, that's how I mastered the pen
Ten, nine eight, seven six four three, two one,
it's my time,
I could write it in the and sell it,
This kind of story n-ggas don't live to tell it,
I put my life in this sentence, like a felon,
is mine, climb a mountain raise my fists and yell it,
I that I could have this moment a bit longer,
In the midst of the moment, the moment get stronger,
But hunger, make friends switch to opponents
Then the tone of a bitch on ya,
Keep your chrome on hip,
you boning them chicks, homie,
They be your cut, man these hoes is a bit phony,
I out like O's in the drought,
The day I on a bitch you see snow in the south,
Way when I had the goals in my mouth,
N-gga I was pimping like in the house,
back to my Martin years,
Now the Martin doors open like Martin's ears,
White top shoes on the drop,
got it looking like a skin head and some Doc Martens,
It all started with a dream like Doc Martin, King,
Do your n-gga stop talking,
Back when they dropped the dirt on my coffin,
a hard spot on my heart that 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, clear to king,
They tell me bring the crown and make the funeral clean,
It's no for the bow, I romance with the war,
And n-ggas 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 advance 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 back like I was cocking a 9,
And let it fly they thinking did it again',
Damn ya'll n-ggas need heart, I'm the you tin man,
It take 10 men to get the of this one man,
Cuz no ten men would go as hard as one man,
Damn, who would've thought I was this thorough,
Put a ribbon on the moon, my gift out this n-gga