Luyện nghe bài hát Who Tells Your Story

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

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

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

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

Yo, the arose as time froze
The black men in the morgue were Does
for whistling at blond-oes
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 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 pharaoh
Who slew Leviathan with one
As I revolve through the gun barrel just to it unravel
I tell them have heart, must
Keep my legacy alive even if I don't 'til the curtain call
First of all, what we working towards
Fuck around, find we searching for
(Who lives who dies who tells story?)
The earth, my name in cursive on

Who
And who
Who holds on to all our
and time and time again
Will they your story in the end
(Who lives who dies who 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 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 money with a hip hop quote
I might change legislation with some shit I wrote
From boats that we came on to with our name on
hard times, we spark minds to keep the flame on
I write hard rhymes like I'm running out of
Truthfully, my stop is one with the divine
from now, they'll play my freestyle
And say, this is the of a Black American child
Endowed by the streets, and [the Chi?]
to move in silence, but can be loud
The noise of girls and boys
Building to destroy the perception of urban
My life is [?], set a 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 again
Will they your story in the end?
(Who lives who dies who your story?)