Luyện nghe bài hát Valley Of Death

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

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

Ross]
Walk like a giant, talk like a
Faith of a mustard seed, for a triumph
David or Goliath, hate me or
Kush slow, as I chase my desire
Embrace my - Batty Boy, eat fire!
Guns like choirs, they sing, "Keep quiet!"
"Will I get to heaven?" Turn to 27
Lord when I see this Monkey, I'mma be The Devil
Beat him cause I'm clever, beat him at
You was a G
Nigga, mean together!
New York unified, South love that
When we got to shine - "Muthafuckas, the love at?"
niggas Getting Money, better log off
Think the game's dead
Now imagine when your dog gone, when the song gone
When you phone off, only one to call on!

[Rick Ross - talking 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 could we the biggest 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
When world's so cold, you got a little sweater
Caught a little case, but he had a cheddar
Played-out to fifteen, poured his in a letter
Very first line, he called Trick Daddy
Say he got AIDS, tellin' people it's lupus
Not the one just to jump to
I'm getting money, small could be a nuisance
Both chains, reminiscing to them
on deuces, new Land-Cruisers (BOSS!)
Who the fuck you callin'
You niggas losin - like you could use us!

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

[Rick
your 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 hundred
Back in the day, I sold crack for some nice
Skippin' school I saw my friend stabbed an icepick
Young nigga, with three seeds
From that very day, I on the three C's
Can't niggas tryin' to get jobs
Better get smart - young brother, 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 and pray over the meatloaf
I'm at the big picture
Keep a bitch wit'cha, to get a bit richer

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