Luyện nghe bài hát Valley Of Death

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

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

Ross]
Walk like a giant, talk like a
Faith of a seed, destined for a triumph
or Goliath, hate 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?" to Psalm 27
knows when I see this Monkey, I'mma be The Devil
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, the love at?"
niggas Getting Money, better log off
Think the dead now?
Now imagine when your dog gone, imagine when the gone
When you phone off, there's 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 than a title, bigger than a
You label we the biggest label in the game
Put food on the table, fed the city
me who be the fool if The Feds come get me? (What?)
Fetty isn't better, when called a trendsetter
world's so cold, hope you got a little sweater
Caught a little case, but he had a little
Played-out to fifteen, poured his in a letter
Very first line, he called Trick Daddy
Say he got AIDS, tellin' that it's lupus
Not the one to jump to conclusions
I'm getting money, talk could be a nuisance
Both chains, to them nooses
on deuces, new Land-Cruisers (BOSS!)
Who the you callin' losers?
You losin - look like you could use us!

[Rick Ross - talking over LaTonya
I bought my first Run DMC vinyl
And my first 2 Live cassette
I would've cried if I knew where I'm at
Took me forty minutes to walk that

Ross]
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 crack for some nice kicks
Skippin' I saw my friend stabbed with an icepick
Young nigga, with three seeds
From that very day, I carried on the C's
Can't criticize niggas to get jobs
Better get - young brother, live yours!
live 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 over the meatloaf
I'm looking at the big
Keep a bitch wit'cha, to get a bit richer

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