Luyện nghe bài hát Who Tells Your Story

Will they tell story?
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 your

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

Memories divided by
Will it be water for or resurrection?
The path to perfection is rarely
I head in direction, I dream and believe
An underground dude overachieve
From the windy city I was blowing they
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 and time again
Will they tell story 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 at blond-oes
I said a with my eyes closed
As I loaded the at the sink, yo
I been a on the brink
But being a king
Probably different you think, though
The quills I dip into the ink go to document
And remember me when I'm extinct

Yo, sing the at a young pharaoh
Who slew Leviathan one arrow
As I revolve through the gun barrel to watch it unravel
I tell them have heart, must
Keep my legacy alive if I don't survive 'til the curtain call
First of all, realize what we towards
Fuck around, what we searching for
(Who lives who dies who your story?)
The earth, my written in cursive on

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

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

in time, I can't let it go
Nat Cole,
The pedestal I'm on, end up on the Federal
note your money with a hip hop quote
I might change with some shit that I wrote
From boats we came on to lights with our name on
Through hard times, we spark minds to the flame on
I hard 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 of a Black American child
Endowed by the streets, and Chi?] proud
Known to move in silence, but can be
The noise of beat and boys
Building to the perception of urban aggression
My life is [?], set a 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 and time again
they tell your story in the end?
(Who lives who dies who your story?)