Luyện nghe bài hát Who Tells Your Story

Will they your story?
This is the 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 who tells your story

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

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

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

Yo, the anticipation as time froze
The black men in the morgue John Does
for whistling 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 a young king
Probably than you think, though
The that I dip into the ink go to document
And you'll me when I'm extinct

Yo, sing the carol at a young
Who Leviathan with one arrow
As I revolve through the gun barrel to watch it unravel
I tell them heart, must travel
Keep my legacy alive even if I don't survive 'til the curtain
First of all, realize what we working
Fuck around, find what we 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 again
Will they tell your in the end
(Who who dies who tells your story?)

Who
And who
Who holds on to our
Time and time and again
Will they your story in the end?
(Who lives who dies who 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 with 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 hard times, we spark minds to keep the on
I write hard rhymes like I'm running out of
Truthfully, my stop watch is one the divine
Centuries from now, they'll my freestyle
And say, this is the of a Black American child
by the streets, and [the Chi?] proud
Known to move in silence, but can be
The of beat girls and boys
Building to destroy the perception of 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 holds on to all our
Time and and time again
Will they your story in the end?
(Who lives who who tells your story?)