Luyện nghe bài hát Who Tells Your Story

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

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

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

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

Yo, the anticipation arose as froze
The black men in the were John Does
Lynched for whistling at
I said a prayer 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 the ink go to document
And you'll me when I'm extinct

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

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?)

Who
And who
Who on to our lives?
Time and time and again
Will they tell 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, I'mma end up on the
Reserve note your money a hip hop quote
I might change legislation some shit that I wrote
boats that we came on to lights with our name on
Through hard times, we minds to keep the flame on
I hard rhymes like I'm running out of time
Truthfully, my watch is one with the divine
Centuries from now, play my freestyle
And say, this is the brilliance of a Black American
by the streets, and [the Chi?] proud
Known to move in silence, but can be
The noise of beat girls and
Building to destroy the of urban aggression
My life is [?], set a course for the
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 your story in the end?
(Who lives who dies who your story?)