Luyện nghe bài hát Valley Of Death

[Hook: Givens]
If I could this place
With a on my face
I'd give up
to make you happy
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 inherit the
That's what The says
I it!

Ross]
Walk a giant, talk like a tyrant
of a mustard seed, destined for a triumph
David or Goliath, me or admire
Kush burns slow, as I chase my
Embrace my - Batty Boy, eat fire!
Guns like choirs, when 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, mean together!
New York unified, Down South love
When we got to - "Muthafuckas, where the love at?"
Real niggas Getting Money, log off
Think the game's now?
Now imagine when 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 than a title, bigger a name
You could label we the label in the game
Put food on the table, fed the whole
Tell me who be the if The Feds come get me? (What?)
Fetty isn't better, when called a trendsetter
When world's so cold, you got a little sweater
Caught a case, but he had a little cheddar
Played-out to fifteen, poured his life in a
Very first line, he called Daddy stupid
Say he got AIDS, tellin' that it's lupus
Not the one just to jump to
I'm money, small talk could be a nuisance
Both chains, reminiscing to nooses
on deuces, new Land-Cruisers (BOSS!)
Who the you callin' losers?
You niggas losin - like you could use us!

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

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

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