Luyện nghe bài hát Who Tells Your Story

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

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

divided 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 that overachieve
From the windy city I was they eaves
along the way I aired out MCs
(Who lives who dies who your story)
But to stand out some you may freeze

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

Yo, the anticipation arose as time
The black men in the morgue were Does
Lynched for at blond-oes
I said a prayer my eyes closed
As I the [Roscoe's?] at the sink, yo
I a bullet on the brink
But a young king
Probably different you think, though
The quills that I dip into the ink go to
And you'll remember me when I'm

Yo, the carol at a young pharaoh
Who slew Leviathan with one
As I through the gun barrel just to watch it unravel
I tell them have heart, travel
Keep my legacy alive even if I survive 'til the curtain call
First of all, realize what we towards
Fuck around, find we searching for
(Who who dies who tells your story?)
The earth, my written in cursive on

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

Frozen in time, I let it go
Nat Cole,
The pedestal I'm on, I'mma end up on the
Reserve note money with a hip hop quote
I might legislation with some shit that I wrote
boats that we came on to lights with our name on
Through hard times, we spark minds to keep the on
I write hard like I'm running out of time
Truthfully, my watch is one with the divine
Centuries from now, play my freestyle
And say, this is the brilliance of a American child
by the streets, and [the Chi?] proud
Known to in silence, but can be loud
The of beat girls and boys
Building to destroy the 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 on to all our lives?
and time and time again
Will tell your story in the end?
(Who lives who dies who your story?)