Luyện nghe bài hát Valley Of Death

[Hook: Givens]
If I could this place
With a smile on my
I'd give up
to make you happy
But we both - oh, oh, oh!
ain't how live goes
We could build our own
But the keep callin' me

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

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

[Rick Ross - talking 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 label we the biggest label in the game
Put food on the table, fed the city
Tell me who be the fool if The come get me? (What?)
Fetty isn't better, when called a trendsetter
When world's so cold, hope you got a sweater
Caught a case, but he had a little cheddar
to fifteen, poured his life in a letter
Very first line, he called Trick stupid
Say he got AIDS, tellin' that it's lupus
Not the one just to to conclusions
I'm getting money, small talk could be a
Both chains, to them nooses
on deuces, new Land-Cruisers (BOSS!)
Who the fuck you losers?
You niggas losin - look you could use us!

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

Ross]
Call boy a C.O., but if I really was
When all these niggas undercover niggas up?
it Trilla - nigga, never had a gun and badge!
Kept a nice watch, on a hundred sacks
Back in the day, I sold crack for 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
Can't criticize tryin' to get jobs
Better get - young brother, live 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 the meatloaf
I'm at the big picture
Keep a wit'cha, tryin' to get a bit richer

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