Luyện nghe bài hát Valley Of Death

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

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

[Rick
Walk a giant, talk like a tyrant
of a mustard seed, destined for a triumph
David or Goliath, hate me or
Kush slow, as I chase my desire
Embrace my empire - Boy, eat fire!
Guns like choirs, when sing, "Keep quiet!"
"Will I get to heaven?" Turn to 27
Lord knows when I see 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 shine - "Muthafuckas, the love at?"
niggas Getting Money, better log off
Think the game's now?
Now imagine when your dog gone, imagine the song gone
When you phone off, there's 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 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 world's so cold, hope you got a sweater
a little case, but he had a little cheddar
Played-out to fifteen, poured his in a letter
Very line, he called Trick Daddy stupid
Say he got AIDS, tellin' people that it's
Not the one just to jump to
I'm getting money, talk could be a nuisance
Both chains, reminiscing to them
on deuces, new Land-Cruisers (BOSS!)
Who the you callin' losers?
You losin - look like you could use us!

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

[Rick
Call boy a C.O., but if I really was
When all these undercover fuckin' niggas up?
Keep it - nigga, never had a gun and badge!
Kept a nice watch, smokin' on a sacks
Back in the day, I sold crack for nice kicks
Skippin' school I saw my stabbed with an icepick
nigga, fifteen with three seeds
From that very day, I on the three C's
criticize niggas tryin' to get jobs
Better get - 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 head and pray over the
I'm looking at the big
Keep a bitch wit'cha, tryin' to get a bit

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