Luyện nghe bài hát The Cure

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

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

the credits

Cuban link QB chain in the MOMA
So boomerang, you salute my twenty-seven
Rolls-Royce just 'cause it go with the moment
Pac's on the chain, got his medallion, I
Insinuate 'cause I copied his stomach
Kings honor kings, straight my pops to my son's shit
Steak tartare bloody, mercury levels from raw
Sushi for lunch, at the table, the cork twist
I'm studied a book by many
give me looks of envy, I took the Bentley
White chick Liz Taylor might get the Bentayga
On my Rick James
Life is school for the soul and I'm in seven already
simple but heavy, incomprehensible shit
Everything from sexy to deadly, I done been through that
Still deeper like I grew a new inch on my dick
We looked at robbin' as a way of resolving our
My moms 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 scissor was sharper, my was on it
No fortune teller, going off regular signs
often tell ya they moves
Without a word, just reading they
needin' no nine
Corner executive born in hell
Where metal yell especially over
Life lessons is
Whatever you dish out back as blessings or to haunt ya
Could miss your kids and hit your grandkids for your
generational curses, they said they want the old Nas back
Play the Clue for old verses
Messin' my lives up, sayin' Nas will rise 'em up
Like they wasn't live enough, many lives I've
Can I get a
Can I get a
I need a witness, drinkin' three at night on some Bridge
Wearin' shorts and Timbs, summer night on some shit
Party gangsters, gettin' right on some Bridge shit (Yeah)
Like MC Shan and Marley, I be on some shit

Like Jabari, I'm on some shit
Shooter on
live forever

We go a lot
And wanna hear about what we go through
And cool too
Every man go through the same Mondays and
Same sun, moon, and
It's just how you stand a man