Luyện nghe bài hát Who Tells Your Story

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

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

divided by perception
Will it be water for 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 they eaves
along the way I aired out MCs
(Who lives who dies who tells story)
But to stand out days you may freeze

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

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

Yo, sing the carol at a pharaoh
Who slew with one arrow
As I revolve through the gun just to watch it unravel
I them have heart, must travel
Keep my legacy alive even if I don't survive 'til the curtain
First of all, realize 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 on to all our lives
Time and time and time
Will they tell your in the end
(Who lives who dies who your story?)

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

in time, I can't let it go
Nat Cole,
The I'm on, I'mma end up on the Federal
note your money with a hip hop quote
I might change legislation with some shit that I
From that we came on to lights with our name on
Through hard times, we minds to keep the flame on
I write rhymes like I'm running out of time
Truthfully, my stop watch is one the divine
Centuries from now, they'll 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 beat girls and
to destroy the perception of urban aggression
My is [?], set a course for the oppressors
A chorus, my is the glory of the lord

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