Luyện nghe bài hát Who Tells Your Story

Will tell your story?
This is the of a
Who lives who dies who tells story
(Da-da-da-dum da-da-da-dum)
is the story of a
Who who dies who tells 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 heaven be
What will my become?
I will forever be
old tales of breakdancing down at [Odell's?]
Streets named me is where my soul dwells
Desires of a church choir, United
I think of good memories that provided

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

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

Yo, the anticipation arose as froze
The black men in the morgue were Does
for whistling at blond-oes
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 king
Probably different than you think,
The that I dip into the ink go to document
And you'll remember me when I'm

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

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

in time, I can't let it go
Nat Cole,
The I'm on, I'mma end up on the Federal
Reserve note your money 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 times, we spark minds to keep the flame on
I write hard like I'm running out of time
Truthfully, my stop watch is one with the
Centuries now, they'll play my freestyle
And say, is the brilliance of a Black American child
Endowed by the streets, and Chi?] proud
to move in silence, but can be loud
The noise of girls and boys
Building to destroy the perception of aggression
My is [?], set a course for the oppressors
A chorus, my story is the glory of the

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