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 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 be done?
will my legend become?
I forever be young
Through old of breakdancing down at [Odell's?]
Streets named after me is where my dwells
Desires of a choir, Trinity United
I think of memories that Hennessy provided

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

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?)

Yo, the anticipation arose as time
The black men in the morgue were John
Lynched for whistling at
I said a prayer with my eyes
As I loaded the at the sink, yo
I a bullet on the brink
But being a young
Probably than you think, though
The quills that I dip into the ink go to
And you'll me when I'm extinct

Yo, sing the carol at a pharaoh
Who slew Leviathan one arrow
As I through the gun barrel just to watch it unravel
I tell them have heart, travel
Keep my legacy alive even if I survive 'til the curtain call
of all, realize what we working 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 on to all our lives
Time and 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 and time again
they tell your story in the end?
(Who who dies who tells your story?)

Frozen in time, I let it go
Nat Cole,
The pedestal I'm on, end up on the Federal
Reserve note your money a hip hop quote
I might legislation with some shit that I wrote
From boats that we came on to with our name on
Through hard times, we spark minds to the flame on
I write hard rhymes like I'm running out of
Truthfully, my stop is one with the divine
Centuries from now, play my freestyle
And say, this is the brilliance of a Black American
Endowed by the streets, and [the proud
to move in silence, but can be loud
The noise of beat and boys
to destroy the perception of urban aggression
My life is [?], set a course for the
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 who tells your story?)