Luyện nghe bài hát Who Tells Your Story

Will they 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 asses of the
Who test the masses, I ask if ever be one
When I die, will be done?
will my legend become?
I forever be young
Through old tales of down at [Odell's?]
Streets named after me is where my soul
Desires of a church choir, Trinity
I of good memories that Hennessy provided

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

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

Yo, the anticipation arose as froze
The black men in the morgue were John
for whistling at blond-oes
I said a prayer with my eyes
As I loaded the at the sink, yo
I a bullet on the brink
But being a king
Probably different than you think,
The quills that I dip into the ink go to
And you'll remember me I'm extinct

Yo, sing the carol at a young
Who slew Leviathan with one
As I revolve through the gun just to watch it unravel
I tell them have heart, travel
Keep my legacy even if I don't survive 'til the curtain call
First of all, realize we working towards
around, find what we searching for
(Who lives who dies who tells story?)
The earth, my written in cursive on

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

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

Frozen in time, I let it go
Nat Cole,
The I'm on, I'mma end up on the Federal
Reserve note your with a hip hop quote
I might change legislation with some shit that I
From boats we came on to lights with our name on
Through hard times, we spark to keep the flame on
I hard rhymes like I'm running out of time
Truthfully, my stop watch is one with the
from now, they'll play my freestyle
And say, this is the brilliance of a Black child
Endowed by the streets, and [the Chi?]
Known to in silence, but can be loud
The noise of beat and boys
Building to the perception of urban aggression
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
Time and time and time
Will they tell story in the end?
(Who lives who who tells your story?)