Luyện nghe bài hát Who Tells Your Story

Will they tell story?
is the story of a
Who who dies who tells your story
(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 the masses, I ask if I'll ever be one
When I die, will heaven be
will my legend become?
I forever be young
Through old tales of down at [Odell's?]
named after me is where my soul dwells
Desires of a choir, Trinity United
I think of good memories that Hennessy

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

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

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

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

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

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

in time, I can't let it go
Nat Cole,
The pedestal I'm on, I'mma end up on the
Reserve your money with a hip hop quote
I might change legislation with some shit I wrote
From boats that we came on to lights our name on
hard times, we spark minds to keep the flame on
I write hard rhymes like I'm 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 of urban aggression
My life is [?], set a for the oppressors
A chorus, my story is the of the lord

Who (who lives)
And who (who dies)
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?)