Luyện nghe bài hát The Cure

Too many changes, you from your greatness
a byproduct of yourself all for the paper regardless
The markets see you as a artist
The McCartneys live past the Lennons, but Lennon's the
Stay on path, stay on your craft
They just want you to switch your lanes up so they can on your ass
What's in a name? What's in a name? Suffering and
Guts, blood, and tears, aim straight, game face, grace
I came in this thinkin' you was gon' be this thing
'Cause I seen the do it with a great queen
What these kings have in They had women who solid
Malcolm needed Betty, I met some queens who ready
envy the unhappiness of the greats
They don't have a fulfilled yet, so they searchin' for ways
To feel what Sam felt, play the Marvin was dealt
A Vandross, here's the cure, the

A thousand milligrams, make sure you overdose
Turned to a businessman, to serve 'em in the cold
Cold gang, get exposed, stories get told
You the game, it ain't a glorious road
in peace Kobe and Nip, that's off the rip
King shit, if it ain't about fam, it mean shit
The cure, all the allure
Donuts rotten, the phone tapped, tappin' in Lord

Roll the

Cuban link QB belong in the MOMA
So boomerang, you salute my summers
Rolls-Royce Brigade 'cause it go with the moment
Pac's on the chain, got his medallion, I
Insinuate imitation 'cause I copied his
Kings honor kings, straight my pops to my son's shit
Steak tartare bloody, mercury from raw fish
Sushi for lunch, waiter at the table, the twist
I'm studied like a by many
They give me of envy, I took the Bentley
White chick like Liz might get the Bentayga
On my Rick James
Life is school for the soul and I'm in life seven
Life's simple but heavy, incomprehensible
Everything from sexy to deadly, I been through that shit
Still goin' deeper I grew a new inch on my dick
We at robbin' as a way of resolving our problems
My cooked food, but some of my niggas was starving
And they was down to do, I was with 'em regardless
out I was hungry and was hittin' the hardest
The was sharper, my predictions was on it
No fortune teller, just going off regular
often tell ya they moves
Without a word, just reading mind
Wasn't no nine
Corner born in ghetto hell
Where metal especially over necklaces
Life lessons is
Whatever you dish out back as blessings or to haunt ya
Could miss your and hit your grandkids for your dishonor
That's generational curses, they said want the old Nas back
Play the tapes for old verses
Messin' my lives up, sayin' Nas will rise 'em up
they wasn't live enough, many lives I've touched
Can I get a
Can I get a
I need a witness, three at night on some Bridge shit
Wearin' shorts and Timbs, summer night on Bridge shit
Party with gangsters, gettin' on some Bridge shit (Yeah)
Like MC Shan and Marley, I be on some Bridge

Like Jabari, I'm on some shit
live on
Kings live

We go a lot
And nobody wanna hear about what we go
And that's too
man go through the same Mondays and Fridays
Same sun, moon, and
just how you stand like a man