Luyện nghe bài hát Who Tells Your Story

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

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

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

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

Yo, the anticipation arose as time
The men in the morgue were John Does
Lynched for whistling at
I said a with my eyes closed
As I loaded the at the sink, yo
I a bullet on the brink
But a young king
Probably different than you think,
The quills that I dip into the ink go to
And you'll remember me I'm extinct

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

Who
And who
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?)

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

Frozen in time, I let it go
Nat Cole,
The pedestal I'm on, end up on the Federal
Reserve note your money a hip hop quote
I might change legislation with shit that I wrote
From boats we came on to lights with our name on
Through hard times, we spark 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 play my
And say, this is the brilliance of a Black child
Endowed by the streets, and [the proud
Known to in silence, but can be loud
The noise of beat and boys
to destroy the perception of urban 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 on to all our lives?
Time and time and again
Will they your story in the end?
(Who lives who dies who tells story?)