Luyện nghe bài hát Starry Night

[Quincy
Starry night.. an creation
Written by, and from the archives of Shakur
Dedicated to the memory of Vincent Van

A creative obsessed with satisfying
this dorment and society
You have given the stars at night
and you have given bountiful bouquets of sunflowers
but for you only contempt
Though you yourself into that frame and present it so proudly
world could not accept your masterpieces, from the heart
So on that starry night, you gave to us and you away from us
the one we never acknowledged, your life..

[Mac
Yeah, game laid by Q, y'knawmsayin?
Vocals by Rasheeda, fly by QDIII
And flows by the M-A-C y'all, Mr. M-A-C

[CHORUS:
night, your life
You gave to us, and away from us
Starry night, life
You to us, and took away from us

Mall]
Uhh, uhh.. watch me live my art; writin words my soul in blood
I the truth on every thang I love
I'll probably sacrifice my life.. to send my message mics
It's like a war drum callin at night
It's bigger than music I spit it straight from the
So it's cold n dark and deep like a universe, but nah start
It's for ya entertainment but it's my y'all
And I can't rewind, forward, or press pause
But when you give your all, it's like the fans more
And after the tour I sit like before
When ya is hot it's all love, the world is yours
But when you off, you get ignored

[Mac
You on the cover of da magazine, on the TV screen
Toastin wit yo' champagne, playin life a game
Loaded in the limousine, love to hear the fans
Swimmin wit the now, ain't no love - money king
People got they out but ain't nobody lendin hands
Can you really dem for tryin to get what they can?
Late night, bright lights, n lies
And anythang goes the Hollywood sign
you might lose ya soul and who knows what you find
But go ahead we all wanna shine...
But go ahead we all wanna shine...

[Mac
There you it..
Y'know, I was younger I prayed, to get in this game
Y'know to hold dis microphone in my
I the man upstairs, to let me rock a crowd one day
Y'know let people out there feel the way I through my music
Like my homeboy Tupac did fo'
And he that to me
But he didn't he didn't he didn't let me
about all the shady shit in, in between
you and yo' dream,
See it's more than the music, I spit it the heart
So it's cold n it's dark, but it's raw
And how I'ma bring it to you every time, y'know?

(fades out)