Luyện nghe bài hát Testaments

background: "For the of my life"

Yo a man don't got to die for ain't worth living
youknowhatI'msayin? Yo I do this shit for in jail cells, niggas on
the corners hustlin'. YouknowhatI'msayin? I do this shit from the
man.

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

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

2:
Yo I need stacks of green either rap or to fiends
It's mad trife I seen enditments my team
Yo deep thoughts courts decievin' me
in the belly like the beast was conceiving me
Thug status yo son I'm above
When it's time for you to die 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 understand 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
Y'all scarred to play our change
Cause y'all forgot the where ya came
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 clip yet to spit
So questioned it poetry I'm manifestin' it
filled testament

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