Luyện nghe bài hát Valley Of Death

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

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

Ross]
Walk like a giant, like a tyrant
Faith of a seed, destined 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, be The Devil
Beat him cause I'm clever, beat him at
You was a G
Nigga, Unit together!
New York unified, Down South love
we got to shine - "Muthafuckas, where the love at?"
Real niggas Getting Money, log off
the game's dead now?
Now imagine when your dog gone, imagine when the gone
When you off, there's 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 bigger than a title, than a name
You could label we the label in the game
Put food on the table, fed the city
Tell me who be the 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
to fifteen, poured his life in a letter
Very line, he called Trick Daddy stupid
Say he got AIDS, tellin' people that lupus
Not the one just to jump to
I'm getting money, small could be a nuisance
Both chains, reminiscing to nooses
on deuces, new Land-Cruisers (BOSS!)
Who the you callin' losers?
You niggas losin - look you could use us!

[Rick Ross - talking over Givens]
When I bought my first Run DMC
And my 2 Live Crew cassette
I cried if I knew where I'm at today
me forty minutes to walk that abide

[Rick
Call boy a C.O., but if I really was
all these 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 for some nice kicks
Skippin' school I saw my friend with an icepick
Young nigga, with three seeds
From that very day, I on the three C's
Can't criticize tryin' to get jobs
Better get smart - young brother, 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 at the big picture
Keep a wit'cha, tryin' to get a bit richer

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