Luyện nghe bài hát The Cure

Too many changes, you changed your greatness
Become a of yourself all for the paper regardless
The see you as a old-ass artist
The live past the Lennons, but Lennon's the hardest
Stay on your path, on your craft
They want you to switch your lanes up so they can hate on your ass
in a name? What's in a name? Suffering and pain
Guts, blood, and tears, aim straight, game face, grace
I came in this you was gon' be this great thing
'Cause I seen the greats do it with a great
What these kings have in common? had women who solid
needed Betty, I met some queens who wasn't ready
They envy the of the greats
They don't a fulfilled life 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, make sure you don't
Turned to a businessman, used to serve 'em in the
gang, don't get exposed, stories get told
You glamorize the game, it a glorious road
in peace Kobe and Nip, that's off the rip
King shit, if it ain't fam, it don't mean shit
The cure, love all the
Donuts rotten, the phone tapped, tappin' in with

the credits

Cuban link QB chain in the MOMA
So boomerang, you salute my twenty-seven
Rolls-Royce Brigade just it go with the moment
Pac's on the chain, got his medallion, I
imitation 'cause I copied his stomach
Kings honor kings, straight from my to my son's shit
Steak tartare bloody, mercury levels from raw
for lunch, waiter at the table, the cork twist
I'm studied like a by many
They give me looks of envy, I took the
chick like Liz Taylor might get the Bentayga
On my James behavior
Life is school for the and I'm in life seven already
Life's but heavy, incomprehensible shit
Everything from sexy to deadly, I done through that shit
goin' deeper like I grew a new inch on my dick
We looked at robbin' as a way of our problems
My moms cooked food, but of my niggas was starving
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, going off regular signs
Niggas often tell ya they
Without a word, reading they mind
Wasn't no nine
Corner executive born in hell
Where metal yell especially over
Life lessons is
Whatever you dish out come back as blessings or to ya
Could miss your kids and hit grandkids for your dishonor
That's generational curses, they said they want the old Nas
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 a witness, drinkin' three at night on some Bridge shit
Wearin' and Timbs, summer night on some Bridge shit
Party with gangsters, gettin' on some Bridge shit (Yeah)
Like MC Shan and Marley, I be on Bridge shit

Like Jabari, I'm on some Bridge
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
sun, moon, and stars
It's just how you like a man