Luyện nghe bài hát Valley Of Death

[Hook: LaTonya
If I could leave place
a smile on my face
I'd up everything
Just to make you
But we know - oh, oh, oh!
This ain't how live
We could our own world
But the streets keep me

[Rick Ross - talking LaTonya]
The meek shall the earth
what The Bible says
I it!

[Rick
Walk like a giant, like a tyrant
Faith of a mustard seed, destined for a
or Goliath, hate me or admire
Kush slow, as I chase my desire
Embrace my empire - Boy, eat fire!
like choirs, when they sing, "Keep quiet!"
"Will I get to heaven?" Turn to 27
knows when I see this Monkey, I'mma be The Devil
Beat him cause I'm clever, him at whatever
You was a G
Nigga, mean together!
New York unified, South love that
When we got to - "Muthafuckas, where the love at?"
Real Getting Money, better log off
Think the dead now?
Now imagine your dog gone, imagine when the song gone
When you phone off, only one to call on!

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

[Rick
I'm bigger a title, bigger than a name
You could we the biggest label in the game
Put food on the table, fed the whole
Tell me who be the if The Feds come get me? (What?)
isn't better, when you're called a trendsetter
When so cold, hope you got a little 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 stupid
Say he got AIDS, tellin' people that it's
Not the one to jump to conclusions
I'm getting money, small could be a nuisance
chains, reminiscing to them nooses
Sittin' on deuces, new (BOSS!)
Who the fuck you callin'
You losin - look like you could use us!

[Rick Ross - over LaTonya Givens]
When I bought my Run DMC vinyl
And my 2 Live Crew cassette
I would've cried if I knew where I'm at
Took me forty to walk that abide

[Rick
your boy a C.O., but if I really was
When all these niggas fuckin' niggas up?
Keep it - nigga, never had a gun and badge!
Kept a nice watch, on a hundred sacks
in the day, I sold crack for some nice kicks
Skippin' school I saw my friend stabbed an icepick
nigga, fifteen with three seeds
From that very day, I on the three C's
Can't criticize tryin' to get jobs
get smart - young brother, live yours!
Only 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 and pray over the meatloaf
I'm at the big picture
Keep a wit'cha, tryin' to get a bit richer

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