Luyện nghe bài hát Testaments

background: "For the of my life"

Yo a man don't got nothing to die for worth living
youknowhatI'msayin? Yo I do shit for niggas in jail cells, niggas on
the hustlin'. YouknowhatI'msayin? I do this shit from the heart
man.

1:
Yo I write rhymes for Beemers, Rovers
O.G.s and young thugs wanna hold
One real niggas not gettin' out to make a deal nigga
I a nigga head numb like Bill Snivers
me out my duns pillin' Infinities out
I'm on real shit blowin' my enemies out
If there's a touchin' it I don't condone
Pac and Biggie rule forever don't get it confused,
My will be death to a phoney MC
You wanna impress me me a key
Or I suggest we this a drug deal test
Put your coke in the solidify the rest yeah
Never question this poetry I'm this
scriptured my mind paints an easy picture
Analyse line my scene will vandalise
Mega handle mine yo at night I use to fantasize
Triple beam scheme banana five yo my pen the plan alive
I went from misdate to big H my niggas know I keep the straight

Cormega
ya know testaments it's like uncuut raw dope you know? Bag this up
ship this to hood knowhatI'msayin' son? You pump this on your block
this is where I stand for my clinetel you know? Then after we have 'em
distribution of this, word.

2:
Yo I need stacks of green rap or cracks to fiends
It's mad trife I seen enditments trap my
Yo deep thoughts courts decievin' me
Trapped in the belly like the beast was me
status yo son I'm above average
When time for you to die does love matter?
You sharing nothing payin' that and on bail weighing nothing on scale
Nigga you stay me I got plans like niggas who chop grams
See when I eat my eat
See you wouldn't I'm too real for you
What you dream I live and breath which
Don't me have to kill you play the game
See real niggas stay the
niggas scarred to play our change
Cause y'all forgot the streets where ya
Shit is real yeah my sound forbidden still
I write for niggas still I wipe dimes who livin' ill
I represent excellence my minds and I my third eye a extra yet to spit
So questioned it poetry I'm manifestin' it
filled testament

Cormega
Yeah motherfuckers to to west the money green on your side the money
green on my side. (ha ha) Let's get it, get it together. Nawmean? my
testament. That's what I for. Either with me or against me. I'm out