Luyện nghe bài hát Valley Of Death

[Hook: Givens]
If I could leave place
a smile on my face
I'd give up
Just to make you
But we both - oh, oh, oh!
This how live goes
We build our own world
But the keep callin' me

[Rick - talking over LaTonya]
The meek shall the earth
That's what The says
I it!

Ross]
Walk like a giant, talk a tyrant
Faith of a seed, destined for a triumph
or Goliath, hate me or admire
Kush slow, as I chase my desire
Embrace my empire - Boy, eat fire!
Guns like choirs, they sing, "Keep quiet!"
"Will I get to heaven?" to Psalm 27
Lord knows when I see this Monkey, I'mma be The
Beat him I'm clever, beat him at whatever
You was a G
Nigga, Unit together!
New York unified, Down South love
When we got to shine - "Muthafuckas, where the at?"
Real niggas Getting Money, log off
Think the dead now?
Now imagine when your dog gone, imagine when the song
When you off, there's only one to call on!

[Rick Ross - talking over Givens]
I mean, if I die
I could say
you, Lord!
you, Lord!
you, Lord!

[Rick
I'm bigger than a title, bigger than a
You label we the biggest label in the game
Put food on the table, fed the whole
Tell me who be the fool if The Feds get me? (What?)
Fetty isn't better, when called a trendsetter
When world's so cold, hope you got a sweater
Caught a case, but he had a little cheddar
Played-out to fifteen, poured his in a letter
Very first line, he called Trick Daddy
Say he got AIDS, tellin' people it's lupus
Not the one just to to conclusions
I'm money, small talk could be a nuisance
chains, reminiscing to them nooses
Sittin' on deuces, new (BOSS!)
Who the fuck you losers?
You niggas losin - look like you use us!

[Rick Ross - talking over LaTonya
When I bought my first Run DMC
And my first 2 Live Crew
I would've if I knew where I'm at today
Took me forty minutes to that abide

Ross]
Call your boy a C.O., but if I was
When all these niggas undercover fuckin' up?
it Trilla - nigga, never had a gun and badge!
Kept a nice watch, smokin' on a hundred
Back in the day, I sold crack for nice kicks
school I saw my friend stabbed with an icepick
Young nigga, fifteen with seeds
From very day, I carried on the three C's
Can't criticize tryin' to get jobs
Better get smart - brother, live yours!
live once and I got two kids
And for me to them, I'd get two gigs!
I'd shit, I'd C.O
So we can bow our head and pray over the
I'm looking at the big
Keep a bitch wit'cha, tryin' to get a bit

[Rick Ross - talking over
I praying for...
For me to get the...
The opportunity...
To have a deal
And now I sign
you, Lord!