Luyện nghe bài hát Who Tells Your Story

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

My mind flashes, I see the of the masters
Who test the masses, I ask if ever be one
When I die, will heaven be
What will my legend
I forever be young
Through old tales of breakdancing down at
Streets named me is where my soul dwells
Desires of a church choir, Trinity
I think of good memories that Hennessy

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

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 tells story?)

Yo, the anticipation arose as froze
The black men in the morgue were Does
for whistling at blond-oes
I a prayer with my eyes closed
As I the [Roscoe's?] at the sink, yo
I been a bullet on the
But a young king
Probably different you think, though
The that I dip into the ink go to document
And remember me when I'm extinct

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

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

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

Frozen in time, I 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
boats that we came on to lights with our name on
Through times, we spark 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, they'll my freestyle
And say, this is the brilliance of a Black American
Endowed by the streets, and [the proud
Known to move in silence, but can be
The noise of girls and boys
Building to destroy the perception of aggression
My is [?], set a course for the oppressors
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 your story in the end?
(Who who dies who tells your story?)