Luyện nghe bài hát Valley Of Death

[Hook: Givens]
If I could this place
a smile on my face
I'd up everything
Just to you happy
But we know - oh, oh, oh!
This ain't how live
We could our own world
But the streets keep me

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

Ross]
Walk like a giant, talk like a
Faith of a mustard seed, for a triumph
or Goliath, hate me or admire
Kush burns slow, as I my desire
my empire - Batty Boy, eat fire!
Guns like choirs, when sing, "Keep quiet!"
"Will I get to heaven?" to Psalm 27
Lord knows when I see this Monkey, I'mma be The
him cause I'm clever, beat him at whatever
You was a G
Nigga, Unit together!
New York unified, Down South that
When we got to shine - "Muthafuckas, the love at?"
Real niggas Getting Money, log off
Think the dead now?
Now imagine when your dog gone, when the song gone
When you phone off, 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 biggest in the game
Put food on the table, fed the whole
me who be the fool if The Feds come get me? (What?)
Fetty isn't better, when you're a trendsetter
world's so cold, hope you got a little sweater
Caught a case, but he had a little cheddar
Played-out to fifteen, his life in a letter
first line, he called Trick Daddy stupid
Say he got AIDS, tellin' people it's lupus
Not the one to jump to conclusions
I'm getting money, small could be a nuisance
Both chains, reminiscing to them
on deuces, new Land-Cruisers (BOSS!)
Who the you callin' losers?
You losin - look like you could use us!

[Rick Ross - talking over Givens]
When I my first Run DMC vinyl
And my first 2 Live cassette
I would've 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
When all these niggas undercover fuckin' up?
it Trilla - nigga, never had a gun and badge!
Kept a nice watch, smokin' on a sacks
in the day, I sold crack for some nice kicks
Skippin' school I saw my friend stabbed an icepick
nigga, fifteen with three seeds
From that very day, I carried on the C's
Can't criticize niggas 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
a bitch 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 sign
you, Lord!