Luyện nghe bài hát The Cure

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

A thousand milligrams, sure you don't overdose
Turned to a businessman, to serve 'em in the cold
gang, don't get exposed, stories get told
You glamorize the game, it ain't a 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 chain belong in the
So boomerang, you salute my summers
Brigade just 'cause it go with the moment
Pac's on the chain, got his medallion, I
Insinuate imitation I copied his stomach
Kings kings, straight from 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 looks of envy, I 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
simple but heavy, incomprehensible shit
Everything from sexy to deadly, I done through that shit
Still deeper like I grew a new inch on my dick
We looked at robbin' as a way of resolving our
My moms cooked food, but some of my niggas was
And they was down to do, I was with 'em regardless
Turns out I was hungry and was the hardest
The scissor was sharper, my was on it
No fortune teller, just going off regular
Niggas often ya they moves
Without a word, just reading they
Wasn't needin' no
Corner executive born in ghetto
Where metal yell especially 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 they want the old Nas back
Play the Clue tapes for old
Messin' my homies' lives up, sayin' Nas rise 'em up
Like they wasn't live enough, lives I've touched
Can I get a
Can I get a
I need a witness, drinkin' at night on some Bridge shit
Wearin' shorts and Timbs, summer night on Bridge shit
Party with gangsters, gettin' right on some shit (Yeah)
Like MC Shan and Marley, I be on some Bridge

Like Jabari, I'm on Bridge shit
Shooter on
live forever

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