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 this shit for niggas in cells, niggas on
the hustlin'. YouknowhatI'msayin? I do this shit from the heart
man.

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

talking:
Yeah ya know testaments it's 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 you know? Then after that we have 'em
make of this, word.

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

Cormega
motherfuckers to east 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 stand for. Either with me or me. I'm out