Luyện nghe bài hát The Cure

Too many changes, you changed from your
Become a of yourself all for the paper regardless
The see you as a old-ass artist
The McCartneys live the Lennons, but Lennon's the hardest
on your path, stay 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, face, king's grace
I came in thinkin' you was gon' be this great thing
'Cause I the greats do it with a great queen
What these kings have in They had women who solid
Malcolm needed Betty, I met some queens who wasn't
They envy the of the greats
They don't have a fulfilled life yet, so they searchin' for
To feel what Sam felt, 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 'em in the cold
Cold gang, don't get exposed, 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 about fam, it don't shit
The cure, love all the
Donuts rotten, the phone tapped, in with Lord

Roll the

Cuban link QB chain in the MOMA
So boomerang, you salute my summers
Rolls-Royce Brigade just 'cause it go the moment
Pac's on the chain, got his medallion, I
Insinuate 'cause I copied his stomach
Kings honor kings, straight from my to my son's shit
Steak tartare bloody, mercury from raw fish
for lunch, waiter at the table, the cork twist
I'm like a book by many
They give me looks of envy, I the Bentley
White chick Liz Taylor might get the Bentayga
On my Rick James
Life is school for the soul and I'm in life seven
Life's but heavy, incomprehensible shit
Everything from sexy to deadly, I done through that shit
Still goin' deeper like I a new inch on my dick
We looked at as a way of resolving our problems
My moms cooked food, but of my niggas was starving
And whatever was down to do, I was with 'em regardless
Turns out I was hungry and was the hardest
The was sharper, my predictions was on it
No teller, just going off regular signs
Niggas tell ya they moves
a word, just reading they mind
Wasn't no nine
Corner executive in ghetto hell
Where metal yell over necklaces
Life is karma
Whatever you dish out come as blessings or to haunt ya
Could miss your kids and hit your grandkids for dishonor
That's generational curses, they said they want the old Nas
the Clue tapes for old verses
Messin' my homies' lives up, Nas will rise 'em up
Like they wasn't 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' shorts and Timbs, summer night on some Bridge
Party with gangsters, gettin' right on some Bridge (Yeah)
Like MC Shan and Marley, I be on some Bridge

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

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