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
I die, will heaven be done?
What my legend become?
I forever be young
Through old tales of breakdancing down at
Streets named after me is my soul dwells
Desires of a choir, Trinity United
I think of good memories that provided

divided by perception
Will it be for chocolate or resurrection?
The path to perfection is rarely
I head in that direction, I and believe
An underground dude overachieve
From the windy city I was blowing they
along the way I aired out MCs
(Who who dies who tells your story)
But to stand out some you may freeze

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

Yo, the anticipation as time froze
The black men in the morgue were John
Lynched for whistling at
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 different you think, though
The that I dip into the ink go to document
And remember me when I'm extinct

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

Who
And who
Who on to our lives?
Time and time and time
Will they tell your story in the
(Who lives who dies who tells 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 money a hip hop quote
I might change legislation with shit that I wrote
From that we came on to lights with our name on
Through hard times, we minds to keep the flame on
I write hard rhymes like I'm out of time
Truthfully, my stop watch is one the divine
Centuries from now, they'll play my
And say, is the brilliance of a Black American child
Endowed by the streets, and [the proud
Known to move in silence, but can be
The noise of beat 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 holds on to all our
Time and and time again
Will they your story in the end?
(Who lives who dies who tells story?)