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 they seem,
It's blessings is coded,
I this would 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 with a raw flow,
N-ggas mention rap in my presence,
Unless you're and elf in the 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 bars, that's how I mastered the pen
Ten, nine eight, six five four three, two one,
Motherf-cker my time,
I could write it in the and sell it,
kind of story many n-ggas don't live to tell it,
I put my life in this sentence, like a 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 them chicks, homie,
be blowing your cut, man these hoes is a bit phony,
I out like O's in the drought,
The day I trick on a bitch you see in the south,
Way back when I had the in my mouth,
I was pimping like Jerome in the house,
Thinking to my Martin years,
Now the Aston Martin doors open Martin's ears,
White top black on the drop,
Martin got it looking like a skin and some Doc Martens,
It all started a dream like Doc Martin, Luther King,
Do your n-gga stop talking,
Back they dropped the dirt on my pops coffin,
Left a hard spot on my heart that not soften,
I'm lost in this 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 back and make the funeral clean,
It's no chance for the bow, I romance the war,
And these n-ggas too clean to dance with the poor,
Ten seconds on the clock, I a glance at the score,
We by two so I advance with the ball,
Too fast for your no need to rewind,
I him out his 2 shoes, I got this 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 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 on the moon, my gift out this world n-gga