Luyện nghe bài hát Who Tells Your Story

Will they your story?
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 flashes, I see the asses of the masters
Who test the masses, I ask if ever be one
I die, will heaven be done?
What my legend become?
I will be young
Through old tales of down at [Odell's?]
Streets after me is where my soul dwells
of a church choir, Trinity United
I think of good memories that Hennessy

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

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

Yo, the anticipation as time froze
The black men in the morgue were John
Lynched for whistling at
I said a prayer my eyes closed
As I the [Roscoe's?] at the sink, yo
I been a on the brink
But being a young
Probably different you think, though
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 Leviathan with one arrow
As I revolve the gun barrel just to watch it unravel
I tell them heart, must travel
Keep my legacy alive even if I don't survive 'til the curtain
of all, realize what we working towards
Fuck around, find what we for
(Who who dies who tells your story?)
The earth, my name written in on

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

Frozen in time, I let it go
Nat Cole,
The I'm on, I'mma end up on the Federal
Reserve your money with 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 spark minds to the flame on
I write rhymes like I'm running out of time
Truthfully, my stop is one with the divine
Centuries from now, they'll play my
And say, this is the brilliance of a American child
by the streets, and [the Chi?] proud
Known to in silence, but can be loud
The noise of girls and boys
to destroy the perception of urban aggression
My life is [?], set a course for the
A chorus, my story is the glory of the

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