Luyện nghe bài hát Starry Night - Quincy Jones

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

A creative heart 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 pour yourself into frame and present it so proudly
world could not accept your masterpieces, from the heart
So on starry night, you gave to us and you took away from us
the one we never acknowledged, your life..

Mall]
Yeah, laid down by Q, y'knawmsayin?
by Rasheeda, fly beat by QDIII
And flows by the M-A-C y'all, Mr. Mall

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

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

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

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