Luyện nghe bài hát Who Tells Your Story

Will they tell story?
This is the 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 I'll be one
When I die, will be done?
What my legend become?
I will be young
Through old tales of breakdancing down at
Streets named after me is where my dwells
of a church choir, Trinity United
I think of good that Hennessy provided

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

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 tells 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 been a bullet on the
But being a king
different than you think, though
The quills that I dip the ink go to document
And you'll remember me I'm extinct

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

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

Frozen in time, I let it go
Nat Cole,
The I'm on, I'mma end up on the Federal
Reserve note your with a hip hop quote
I might change legislation with some that I wrote
From boats that we on to lights with our name on
Through hard times, we spark minds to keep the on
I write hard rhymes I'm running out of time
Truthfully, my watch is one with the divine
from now, they'll play my freestyle
And say, is the brilliance of a Black American child
Endowed by the streets, and Chi?] proud
to move in silence, but can be loud
The noise of beat and boys
Building to destroy the of urban aggression
My is [?], set a course for the oppressors
A chorus, my is the glory of the lord

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