Luyện nghe bài hát Valley Of Death

[Hook: Givens]
If I could leave place
With a on my face
I'd up everything
Just to make you
But we both - oh, oh, oh!
This ain't how goes
We build our own world
But the streets callin' me

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

[Rick
Walk like a giant, like a tyrant
of a mustard seed, destined for a triumph
David or Goliath, me or admire
burns slow, as I chase my desire
Embrace my - Batty Boy, eat fire!
Guns choirs, when they sing, "Keep quiet!"
"Will I get to heaven?" Turn to 27
Lord knows I see this Monkey, I'mma be The Devil
Beat him cause I'm clever, beat him at
You was a G
Nigga, mean together!
New unified, Down South love that
When we got to shine - "Muthafuckas, where the at?"
Real niggas Money, better log off
the game's dead now?
Now imagine your dog gone, imagine when the song gone
you phone 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 than a title, bigger than a name
You could label we the label in the game
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 little case, but he had a little
Played-out to fifteen, poured his in a letter
Very first line, he called Daddy stupid
Say he got AIDS, tellin' that it's lupus
Not the one to jump to conclusions
I'm money, small 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]
I bought my first Run DMC vinyl
And my 2 Live Crew cassette
I would've cried if I knew where I'm at
Took me minutes to walk that abide

Ross]
Call boy a C.O., but if I really was
When all niggas undercover fuckin' niggas up?
Keep it - nigga, never had a gun and badge!
Kept a nice watch, smokin' on a hundred
Back in the day, I sold crack for some nice
Skippin' school I saw my stabbed with 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 live once and I got two
And for me to them, I'd get two gigs!
I'd shit, I'd C.O
So we can bow our head and over the meatloaf
I'm looking at the big
Keep a wit'cha, tryin' to get a bit richer

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