Luyện nghe bài hát Testaments

background: "For the of my life"

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

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

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

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

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