Luyện nghe bài hát Valley Of Death

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

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

[Rick
like a giant, talk like a tyrant
Faith of a seed, destined for a triumph
David or Goliath, hate me or
Kush burns slow, as I chase my
Embrace my empire - Boy, eat fire!
Guns like choirs, they sing, "Keep quiet!"
"Will I get to heaven?" to Psalm 27
Lord knows when I see this Monkey, I'mma be The
Beat him cause I'm clever, him at whatever
You was a G
Nigga, mean together!
New York unified, Down love 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, there's only one to on!

[Rick Ross - talking over LaTonya
I mean, if I die
I honestly say
you, Lord!
you, Lord!
you, Lord!

[Rick
I'm bigger 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 if The Feds 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 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' people that lupus
Not the one just to to conclusions
I'm getting money, small talk be a nuisance
Both chains, to them nooses
Sittin' on deuces, new (BOSS!)
Who the you callin' losers?
You losin - look like you could use us!

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

[Rick
Call your boy a C.O., but if I was
When all these niggas fuckin' niggas up?
Keep it Trilla - nigga, had a gun and badge!
Kept a watch, smokin' on a hundred 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 pray over the
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 sign
you, Lord!