Luyện nghe bài hát Who Tells Your Story

Will tell your story?
is the story 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 of the masters
Who test the masses, I ask if I'll be one
When I die, heaven be done?
What will my become?
I forever be young
Through old tales of breakdancing down at
Streets named after me is my soul dwells
Desires of a church choir, Trinity
I think of good memories Hennessy provided

Memories divided by
Will it be for chocolate or resurrection?
The to perfection is rarely achieved
I in that direction, I dream and believe
An underground dude that
From the windy city I was blowing they
along the way I aired out MCs
(Who lives who who tells 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 they tell story in the end
(Who lives who who tells your story?)

Yo, the arose as time froze
The black men in the morgue John Does
Lynched for at blond-oes
I said a with my eyes closed
As I loaded the at the sink, yo
I been a on the brink
But being a king
Probably different than you think,
The quills that I dip the ink go to document
And you'll me when I'm extinct

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

in time, I can't let it go
Nat Cole,
The pedestal I'm on, end up on the Federal
Reserve note money with a hip hop quote
I might legislation with some shit that I wrote
From boats that we came on to 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 stop is one with the divine
Centuries from now, they'll my freestyle
And say, this is the of a Black American child
Endowed by the streets, and [the Chi?]
Known to in silence, but can be loud
The noise of girls and boys
to destroy the perception of urban aggression
My is [?], set a course for the oppressors
A chorus, my story is the of the lord

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