Luyện nghe bài hát Starry Night - Quincy Jones

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

A creative heart obsessed with
dorment and uncaring society
You have given them the at night
and you have given bountiful bouquets of sunflowers
but for you there's only
Though you pour yourself that frame and present it so proudly
this world not accept your masterpieces, from the heart
So on that starry night, you gave to us and you took from us
the one thing we acknowledged, your life..

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

Rasheeda]
Starry night, your
You gave to us, and took from us
Starry night, your
You to us, and took away from us

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

[Mac
You on the cover of da magazine, flossin on the TV
Toastin wit yo' champagne, playin like a game
Loaded in the limousine, love to the fans scream
Swimmin wit the sharks now, ain't no - money king
People got they hands out but ain't lendin hands
Can you really dem for tryin to get what they can?
Late night, lights, lust n lies
And anythang goes the Hollywood sign
Well you might lose ya soul and who knows you find
But go main we all wanna shine...
But go main we all wanna shine...

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