Luyện nghe bài hát Valley Of Death

[Hook: Givens]
If I could leave place
With a smile on my
I'd give up
Just to make you
But we know - oh, oh, oh!
This how live goes
We build our own world
But the streets callin' me

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

[Rick
like a giant, talk like a tyrant
Faith of a mustard seed, for a triumph
or Goliath, hate me or admire
Kush slow, as I chase my desire
my empire - Batty Boy, eat fire!
Guns like choirs, they sing, "Keep quiet!"
"Will I get to heaven?" Turn to 27
Lord knows when I see this Monkey, I'mma be The
Beat him cause I'm clever, beat him at
You was a G
Nigga, mean together!
New unified, Down South love that
When we got to shine - "Muthafuckas, where the at?"
Real Getting Money, better log off
Think the game's dead
Now imagine when your dog gone, imagine when the song
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 than a title, bigger than a name
You could label we the label in the game
Put on the table, fed the whole city
Tell me who be the fool if The 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, poured his life in a
Very first line, he called Trick Daddy
Say he got AIDS, tellin' people it's lupus
Not the one just to to conclusions
I'm getting money, talk could be a nuisance
Both chains, to them nooses
Sittin' on deuces, new (BOSS!)
Who the fuck you losers?
You niggas losin - look you could use us!

[Rick Ross - talking LaTonya Givens]
When I my first Run DMC vinyl
And my 2 Live Crew 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' I saw my friend stabbed with an icepick
Young nigga, fifteen with seeds
From that very day, I on the three C's
criticize niggas tryin' to get jobs
Better get - young brother, live yours!
Only 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 Ross - over LaTonya]
I remember for...
For me to get the...
The opportunity...
To have a deal
And now I sign
you, Lord!