Luyện nghe bài hát Life is Tragic

Yeah, '96
One two, one two,
Mobb up in this, Infamous Mobb
Up in shit, *?nine car?* to the year 2 G
We're all set like this, to my nigga
Yo, y'all, Gambino,

I tell my nigga Kicko, back in the again
Slash dove slash hater
We strive for action, breakin knees for cheese
Seems I gotta redeem, your chest
Til I see flesh and
I all set, set
Things correct, weight, no escape
It's the Mobb to the year 2 G
My fam be known throughout the universe
Comin right back, back down to
Goddamn it, planned it
Got my ho slanted, my seed I planted
Another I give, Ty Knitty
A visible shield, trife or
Dun, is for real? Conquered and peeled (yeah)
Or you end up crimed at will, only the
Reality is trife by forcefield, but I
guns'll blast, little late to stab at your hi-ide
Under fire you fold, under you fold, nigga

For all my locked, locked inside facilities
Penitentiaries, steady in misery
Intensively, then I strike you mentally physically
rap the QBC
Convincively I can advance Dee, a prophecy
a lottery, shut up, massive mynogany

I got my nigga?black, black in the world again
me down with 4 pounds
Legendary crown, and Gambino
Two grimeys, life combined one is in my body, dun
Now we're life as one
Yo son, (yo son), I gotta stop threadin on that shit, man, up
But we trapped on this til the day that we die
Ain't no way to escape sight my twin eye
Above my unlaw, juice from the
Far side only to see with eye
Genuine shine, left blind by bright
like Navy SEALS seen with dark light
With the 'seal gat black for combat
(Lace for combat, combta, nigga, combat, nigga)

Twenty four lie, I support
All my niggas li-locked down for
Keep ya tight, cap front, hit em up right
gat keepin sick, cock, safety of
Steady, Berreti ready
To chop or get chopped, son, let nobody know
Go handle your business, winner
Victorious, leavin you this with medicine
Curin your soul, takin of the situation
Situated at hand, we like coke land
Fool proof plan, like the man
me if you can, on the run, fugitive fled
Flee to be free, from my Queensbridge family
*?Tee-na?* beats ta
Luchiano feedin DJ Benny
Rock hop top top, ta-ta George?
Cliff my niggity
Fat Mom mouldy rap and Tee ya get ya flee
Duggidge, JL, too young?*? Go hire two
Old time Fake Lou, Tee cut the
Eyes and Nickel, Tee-lord, we no be no part
Tee go gun knot panties, go
Send his ass to Puerto Rico
Jakes on terror, do skins
All my men

is tragic (tragic)
Back in the once again (once again)
Tryin ta a million times ten (times ten)
Friends, how of us have them?
Grow with, this cat had the clap on the Infamous
In the world again (no question)
Tryin ta make a times ten
Friends, how many of us them? (Have them)
On locked, Dee, cos Dee's them