Luyện nghe bài hát Who Tells Your Story

Will they tell your
This is the of a
Who who dies who tells your story
(Da-da-da-dum da-da-da-dum)
is the story of a
Who lives who dies who tells your

My mind flashes, I see the of the masters
Who the masses, I ask if I'll ever be one
When I die, will heaven be
What will my become?
I will forever be
old tales of breakdancing down at [Odell's?]
Streets named after me is where my soul
Desires of a church choir, United
I of good memories that Hennessy provided

divided by perception
Will it be water for or resurrection?
The path to is rarely achieved
I in that direction, I dream and believe
An underground dude overachieve
From the windy city I was blowing they
Somewhere along the way I out MCs
(Who lives who dies who your story)
But to stand out days you may freeze

Who
And who
Who holds on to all our
Time and and time again
they tell your story in the end
(Who who dies who tells your story?)

Yo, the anticipation arose as froze
The black men in the morgue were Does
Lynched for at blond-oes
I said a with my eyes closed
As I loaded the at the sink, yo
I been a on the brink
But being a king
different than you think, though
The quills I dip into the ink go to document
And remember me when I'm extinct

Yo, the carol at a young pharaoh
Who Leviathan with one arrow
As I through the gun barrel just to watch it unravel
I tell them heart, must travel
Keep my legacy alive if I don't survive 'til the curtain call
First of all, what we working towards
around, find what we searching for
(Who lives who dies who your story?)
The earth, my name written in on

Who
And who
Who holds on to all our
Time and and time again
Will they tell story in the end
(Who lives who dies who your story?)

Who
And who
Who on to our lives?
Time and time and time
Will tell your story in the end?
(Who who dies who tells your story?)

in time, I can't let it go
Nat Cole,
The pedestal I'm on, end up on the Federal
Reserve note your money a hip hop quote
I might legislation with some shit that I wrote
From boats we came on to lights with our name on
Through hard times, we minds to keep the flame on
I write hard rhymes I'm running out of time
Truthfully, my watch is one with the divine
Centuries from now, play my freestyle
And say, is the brilliance of a Black American child
by the streets, and [the Chi?] proud
Known to in silence, but can be loud
The noise of girls and boys
Building to destroy the perception of urban
My life is [?], set a course for the
A chorus, my is the glory of the lord

Who (who lives)
And who (who dies)
Who holds on to all our
and time and time again
Will they tell your in the end?
(Who who dies who tells your story?)