Luyện nghe bài hát Who Tells Your Story

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

My flashes, I see the asses of the masters
Who test the masses, I ask if ever be one
When I die, will heaven be
will my legend become?
I will forever be
Through old of breakdancing down at [Odell's?]
named after me is where my soul dwells
Desires of a choir, Trinity United
I think of good that Hennessy provided

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

Who
And who
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?)

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

Yo, sing the carol at a pharaoh
Who slew Leviathan one arrow
As I revolve through the gun just to watch it unravel
I them have heart, must travel
Keep my legacy alive even if I don't 'til the curtain call
First of all, what we working towards
Fuck around, what we searching for
(Who lives who dies who tells story?)
The earth, my written in cursive 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 on to our lives?
Time and and time again
Will tell your story in the end?
(Who lives who dies who tells story?)

in time, I can't let it go
Nat Cole,
The I'm on, I'mma end up on the Federal
Reserve note your money a hip hop quote
I might change legislation with some that I wrote
From boats that we came on to lights with our on
Through hard times, we minds to keep the flame 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, this is the of a Black American child
Endowed by the streets, and Chi?] proud
Known to in silence, but can be loud
The noise of beat girls and
Building to the perception of urban aggression
My is [?], set a course 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
Will tell your story in the end?
(Who lives who who tells your story?)