Luyện nghe bài hát Valley Of Death

[Hook: LaTonya
If I could leave this
With a smile on my
I'd give up
to make you happy
But we both - oh, oh, oh!
This how live goes
We build our own world
But the streets callin' me

[Rick Ross - talking LaTonya]
The meek inherit the earth
That's The Bible says
I it!

[Rick
Walk like a giant, talk a tyrant
Faith of a seed, destined for a triumph
or Goliath, hate 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, be The Devil
Beat him cause I'm clever, beat him at
You was a G
Nigga, Unit together!
New York unified, Down South that
When we got to - "Muthafuckas, where the love at?"
niggas Getting Money, better log off
Think the game's now?
Now imagine your dog gone, imagine when the song gone
When you phone off, there's one to call on!

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

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

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

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

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