Luyện nghe bài hát Headstone

Victory,
on my neck—Mr. T
Victory,
Gang reppin' that NYC
Victory,
Ice round my neck like I'm Lil
We run this shit a pair of cleats
It's hell on but this where I be

Money over bitches on my
Here lies young gettin' paid
Never take a on my headstone
take a L when I'm smokin' it
Zombie gang three times on my
Been thuggin' from the cradle to the
Now your rapper name on a headstone
Too already dead

Imagine when you're thirty thousand feet up what you of?
Boy, I knowin' that my thoughts deterred a dream
'Cause I never knew I'd get my to link up
Boy, I tell you, all of unusual to me
Swear I came from the bottom, Flatbush livin', walkin' on
Put your rapper's name up on a headstone
Biggie Big for the cheese and dead wrong
Propaganda set the in the terrordome

I hit it doggystyle, she it back, yeah, I'm born to mack
It's dark and Hell is hot so me where I'm at
I'm livin' how I wanna, no reasonable
It's clear to see, all eyez on me, 400
Who am I? Ruthless, does it
The chronic smoke in public, it or love it
The underdogs, liquid swords
It was in my diary this art of war
I'm infamous, immortal with my technique
A revolutionary shinin', with teeth
Young Don Cartagena, excuse my demeanor, this the glamour
You still not a player, you half as nice
I'm born again, life after death, I made the
I'm supa dupa fly, keep them hypnotized
I said my is Juice, AmeriKKKa's most
Ain't no half-steppin', see you at tha

Put money bitches on my headstone
Here young nigga gettin' paper
Never take a loss on my
Only an L when I'm smokin' it
gang three times on my headstone
Been thuggin' from the cradle to the
Now your favorite name on a headstone
Too late—he dead

It was written in the children's story, that life's a
So what'cha want? I struggle with it
Only God can judge me slippin', I'm big pimpin'
the genesis, dead presidents, drop a gem on 'em
Hell on earth, these the last dayz, throw ya up
Get money, Quiet Storm, suicidal thoughts
For the C.R.E.A.M,
For the money, all the is the lemonade
I'm a playa on the late night tip, shorty six
She the prototype, Tip drill, kiss her
Resevoir Dogs, check the score, ignorant
Blackout, can I live? Hellrazor, feel me
Kiss of death, and protect ya
Three boys in a Cadillac, Gravediggaz
Kiss of death, and protect ya neck, on a nigga
Three dope in a Cadillac, Gravediggaz

Put money over on my headstone
Here young nigga gettin' paper
take a loss on my headstone
Only take a L when I'm it
Zombie gang times on my headstone
Been thuggin' from the cradle to the
Now your rapper name on a headstone
Too late—he already

Right now I'm on the edge (so don't me)
Troublesome since '96 (you a one)
Breath easy, know the ledge (I'm pusha)
that? I smell pussy

Let me my guns, um, hm
Five, four, three, two, one, run!
Hi, my name is Cobain
Like a pimp, here I go, 'til the next,
Ain't a nann nigga explosive
Beast Coast shit (blat-blat!)
Fuck other niggas, ride or die for my niggas
4 my niggas, survival of the fittest
Woop-woop! That's the sound of the police, I'm in deep
Earth, skrt skrt, lean back, me one more chance
say Jesus walks and the Devil wear Prada
But I'm so, so deaf, God tell me nothing
Write on my death certificate, I gave you power
21 questions, like who shot ya? I ya!
Warning, watch them flashin' lights papparazi
Two words, fuck bitches, get
da night, guess who's back on my block
Rather unique, I a shot in Bucktown
This firearm silencer on, that quiet
T-O-N-Y—top of New with a pitchfork