Luyện nghe bài hát Valley Of Death

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

Ross - talking over LaTonya]
The meek shall inherit the
That's The Bible says
I it!

[Rick
Walk like a giant, talk like a
Faith of a mustard seed, for a triumph
David or Goliath, me or admire
Kush slow, as I chase my desire
my empire - Batty Boy, eat fire!
Guns like choirs, when sing, "Keep quiet!"
"Will I get to heaven?" Turn to 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, Unit together!
New York unified, Down South love
When we got to shine - "Muthafuckas, where the at?"
Real niggas Getting Money, log off
the game's dead now?
Now imagine when dog gone, imagine when the song gone
you phone off, there's only one to call on!

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

[Rick
I'm bigger a title, bigger than a name
You could label we the biggest in the game
Put on the table, fed the whole city
Tell me who be the fool if The come get me? (What?)
Fetty isn't better, when you're called a
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 in a letter
Very first line, he called Trick Daddy
Say he got AIDS, tellin' people that lupus
Not the one just to jump to
I'm getting money, small talk 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 - talking over Givens]
I bought my first Run DMC vinyl
And my first 2 Crew cassette
I would've cried if I knew where I'm at
Took me forty to walk that abide

[Rick
Call your boy a C.O., but if I was
When all these niggas undercover fuckin' 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 kicks
Skippin' school I saw my stabbed with an icepick
Young nigga, fifteen with three
From very day, I carried on the three C's
criticize niggas tryin' to get jobs
Better get smart - young brother, 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 and pray over the meatloaf
I'm looking at the big
Keep a wit'cha, tryin' to get a bit richer

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