Luyện nghe bài hát Who Tells Your Story

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

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

Memories by perception
Will it be water for or resurrection?
The path to perfection is rarely
I head in that direction, I and believe
An underground dude that
From the windy I was blowing they eaves
Somewhere the way I aired out MCs
(Who lives who dies who your story)
But to out some days you may freeze

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

Yo, the anticipation arose as froze
The men in the morgue were John Does
for whistling at blond-oes
I said a prayer with my closed
As I loaded the at the sink, yo
I been a on the brink
But being a king
Probably different than you think,
The that I dip into the ink go to document
And you'll me when I'm extinct

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

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

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

Frozen in time, I let it go
Nat Cole,
The pedestal I'm on, end up on the Federal
Reserve note your with a hip hop quote
I might change legislation with shit that I wrote
From boats that we came on to lights with our on
Through times, we spark minds to keep the flame on
I hard rhymes like I'm running out of time
Truthfully, my stop is one with the divine
from now, they'll play my freestyle
And say, this is the brilliance of a Black child
Endowed by the streets, and Chi?] proud
to move in silence, but can be loud
The noise of girls and boys
Building to destroy the of urban aggression
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 holds on to all our
and time and time again
Will they tell story in the end?
(Who lives who dies who your story?)