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 live past the Lennons, but the hardest
Stay on your path, on your craft
They just want you to switch your 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, king's
I came in this thinkin' you was gon' be great thing
I seen the greats do it with a great queen
What these kings have in common? had women who solid
Malcolm needed Betty, I met some who wasn't ready
They the unhappiness of the greats
They don't have a fulfilled life yet, so searchin' for ways
To feel what Sam felt, the hand Marvin was dealt
A Vandross, here's the cure, the

A thousand milligrams, make sure you overdose
to a businessman, used to serve 'em in the cold
Cold gang, don't get exposed, get told
You the game, it ain't 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 phone tapped, tappin' in with

the credits

Cuban link QB belong in the MOMA
So boomerang, you my twenty-seven summers
Rolls-Royce Brigade just 'cause it go with the
Pac's on the chain, got his medallion, I
Insinuate imitation 'cause I his stomach
Kings honor kings, straight my pops to my son's shit
Steak tartare bloody, mercury levels raw fish
for lunch, waiter at the table, the cork twist
I'm studied a book by many
They give me looks of envy, I the Bentley
chick like Liz Taylor might get the Bentayga
On my James behavior
Life is school for the soul and I'm in seven already
Life's simple but heavy, incomprehensible
Everything from sexy to deadly, I done through that shit
Still goin' deeper I grew a new inch on my dick
We at robbin' 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 with 'em
out I was hungry and was hittin' the hardest
The was sharper, my predictions was on it
No fortune teller, going off regular signs
Niggas often ya they moves
Without a word, just they mind
needin' no nine
Corner executive born in hell
Where metal yell over necklaces
Life is karma
Whatever you out come back as blessings or to haunt ya
Could miss your kids and hit your grandkids for your
That's generational curses, they said want the old Nas back
Play the tapes for old verses
Messin' my homies' up, sayin' Nas will rise 'em up
Like they live enough, many lives I've touched
Can I get a
Can I get a
I need a witness, drinkin' three at night on Bridge shit
Wearin' shorts and Timbs, night on some Bridge shit
Party with gangsters, gettin' right on some Bridge (Yeah)
Like MC Shan and Marley, I be on some shit

Like Jabari, I'm on some shit
live on
Kings live

We go a lot
And nobody wanna hear about what we go
And that's too
Every man go through the same Mondays and
sun, moon, and stars
It's how you stand like a man