Luyện nghe bài hát The Cure

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

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

the credits

Cuban link QB belong in the MOMA
So boomerang, you salute my twenty-seven
Rolls-Royce Brigade just 'cause it go with the
on the chain, got his medallion, I won't
Insinuate imitation I copied his stomach
Kings honor kings, straight from my pops to my son's
Steak tartare bloody, mercury levels raw fish
for lunch, waiter at the table, the cork twist
I'm studied like a by many
They give me looks of envy, I the Bentley
White chick like Liz Taylor get the Bentayga
On my Rick James
Life is for the soul and I'm in life seven already
Life's simple but heavy, incomprehensible
from sexy to deadly, I done been through that shit
Still goin' deeper like I grew a new on my dick
We looked at as a way of resolving our problems
My moms cooked food, but some of my niggas was
And whatever they was to do, I was with 'em regardless
out I was hungry and was hittin' the hardest
The scissor was sharper, my was on it
No teller, just going off regular signs
Niggas tell ya they moves
Without a word, just reading they
Wasn't needin' no
executive born in ghetto hell
Where metal yell especially over
Life is karma
Whatever you out come back as blessings or to haunt ya
Could miss your kids and hit your for your dishonor
generational curses, they said they want the old Nas back
Play the Clue for old verses
Messin' my homies' up, sayin' Nas will rise 'em up
Like wasn't live enough, many lives I've touched
Can I get a
Can I get a
I need a witness, drinkin' three at night on some shit
Wearin' shorts and Timbs, night on some Bridge shit
with gangsters, gettin' right on some Bridge shit (Yeah)
Like MC Shan and Marley, I be on some Bridge

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

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