Luyện nghe bài hát The Cure

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

A milligrams, make sure you don't overdose
Turned to a businessman, used to serve 'em in the
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 don't mean
The cure, all the allure
rotten, the phone tapped, tappin' in with Lord

Roll the

Cuban link QB belong in the MOMA
So boomerang, you salute my twenty-seven
Rolls-Royce Brigade just 'cause it go the moment
on the chain, got his medallion, I won't
Insinuate imitation 'cause I his stomach
Kings honor kings, from my pops to my son's shit
Steak bloody, mercury levels from raw fish
Sushi for lunch, waiter at the table, the twist
I'm like a book by many
They give me looks of envy, I took the
White like Liz Taylor might get the Bentayga
On my Rick James
Life is school for the soul and I'm in life already
Life's but heavy, incomprehensible shit
Everything from sexy to deadly, I done been through that
goin' deeper like I grew a new inch on my dick
We looked at as a way of resolving our problems
My cooked food, but some of my niggas was starving
And whatever they was down to do, I was 'em regardless
Turns out I was and was hittin' the hardest
The was sharper, my predictions was on it
No fortune teller, going off regular signs
often tell ya they moves
Without a word, just reading mind
needin' no nine
Corner executive in ghetto hell
Where metal yell over necklaces
Life lessons is
Whatever you dish out come back as 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, sayin' Nas will '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, right on some Bridge shit (Yeah)
MC Shan and Marley, I be on some Bridge shit

Like Jabari, I'm on Bridge shit
live on
Kings 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 stand a man