Luyện nghe bài hát The Cure

Too many changes, you from your greatness
Become a byproduct of yourself all for the paper
The see you as a old-ass artist
The McCartneys past the Lennons, but Lennon's the hardest
Stay on your path, stay on craft
They just want you to switch your 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, face, king's grace
I came in this you was gon' be this great thing
'Cause I seen the greats do it with a great
What these have in common? They had women who solid
Malcolm Betty, I met some queens who wasn't ready
envy the unhappiness of the greats
They don't have a life yet, so they searchin' for ways
To feel Sam felt, play the hand Marvin was dealt
A Vandross, here's the cure, the

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

Roll the

Cuban QB chain belong in the MOMA
So boomerang, you my twenty-seven summers
Rolls-Royce just 'cause it go with the moment
Pac's on the chain, got his medallion, I
imitation 'cause I copied his stomach
Kings honor kings, from my pops to my son's shit
Steak tartare bloody, mercury levels from raw
Sushi for lunch, waiter at the table, the cork
I'm studied a book by many
give me looks of envy, I took the Bentley
White chick like Liz might get the Bentayga
On my Rick behavior
is school for the soul and I'm in life seven already
Life's simple but heavy, incomprehensible
Everything sexy to deadly, I done been through that shit
Still goin' like I grew a new inch on my dick
We at robbin' as a way of resolving our problems
My moms cooked food, but of my niggas was starving
And whatever they was down to do, I was with 'em
out I was hungry and was hittin' the hardest
The was sharper, my predictions was on it
No fortune teller, just going off regular
Niggas often ya they moves
Without a word, just reading mind
Wasn't needin' no
Corner executive born in hell
Where metal yell especially necklaces
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' lives up, 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, summer on some Bridge shit
Party with gangsters, right on some Bridge shit (Yeah)
Like MC Shan and Marley, I be on Bridge shit

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

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