Luyện nghe bài hát Valley Of Death

[Hook: LaTonya
If I leave this place
With a on my face
I'd up everything
Just to you happy
But we both - oh, oh, oh!
This how live goes
We could our own world
But the streets keep me

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

[Rick
like a giant, talk like a tyrant
Faith of a mustard seed, destined for a
David or Goliath, me or admire
Kush burns slow, as I my desire
Embrace my - Batty Boy, eat fire!
like choirs, when they sing, "Keep quiet!"
"Will I get to heaven?" Turn to 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 love that
When we got to shine - "Muthafuckas, the love at?"
Real Getting Money, better log off
Think the game's now?
Now when your dog gone, imagine when the song gone
When you phone off, only one to call on!

[Rick - talking over LaTonya 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 we the biggest label in the game
Put food on the table, fed the city
Tell me who be the fool if The come get me? (What?)
Fetty better, when you're called a trendsetter
When so cold, hope you got a little sweater
Caught a little case, but he had a cheddar
to fifteen, poured his life in a letter
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, small talk be a nuisance
Both chains, reminiscing to nooses
on deuces, new Land-Cruisers (BOSS!)
Who the fuck you losers?
You niggas losin - look like you use us!

[Rick Ross - talking over Givens]
I bought my first Run DMC vinyl
And my first 2 Live Crew
I would've if I knew where 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 niggas undercover niggas up?
Keep it - nigga, never had a gun and badge!
Kept a nice watch, on a hundred sacks
Back in the day, I sold for some nice kicks
Skippin' school I saw my stabbed with an icepick
nigga, fifteen with three seeds
From 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 looking at the big
a bitch wit'cha, tryin' to get a bit richer

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