Luyện nghe bài hát The Cure

Too many changes, you changed from greatness
a byproduct of yourself all for the paper regardless
The markets see you as a artist
The McCartneys live past the Lennons, but the hardest
Stay on your path, stay on your
They just want you to switch lanes up so they can hate on your ass
What's in a name? What's in a Suffering and pain
Guts, blood, and tears, aim straight, face, king's grace
I came in this thinkin' you was gon' be this great
'Cause I seen the greats do it with a great
What these kings have in common? They had who solid
Malcolm needed Betty, I met queens who wasn't ready
They the unhappiness of the greats
They don't have a fulfilled life yet, so they searchin' for
To feel Sam felt, play the hand Marvin was dealt
A Vandross, the cure, the antidote

A milligrams, make sure you don't overdose
Turned to a businessman, used to 'em in the cold
Cold gang, get exposed, stories get told
You the game, it ain't a glorious road
Rest in Kobe and Nip, that's off the rip
King shit, if it ain't about fam, it don't mean
The cure, love all the
Donuts rotten, the phone tapped, tappin' in Lord

Roll the

link QB chain belong in the MOMA
So boomerang, you salute my twenty-seven
Rolls-Royce Brigade just 'cause it go with the
Pac's on the chain, got his medallion, I
Insinuate imitation 'cause I his stomach
Kings honor kings, straight from my to my son's shit
Steak tartare bloody, levels from raw fish
for lunch, waiter at the table, the cork twist
I'm studied a book by many
They give me of envy, I took the Bentley
White like Liz Taylor might get the Bentayga
On my Rick James
Life is school for the soul and I'm in life already
simple but heavy, incomprehensible shit
Everything sexy to deadly, I done been through that shit
Still goin' deeper like I grew a new inch on my
We looked at as a way of resolving our problems
My moms cooked food, but of my niggas was starving
And they was down to do, I was with 'em regardless
Turns out I was hungry and was the hardest
The scissor was sharper, my was on it
No fortune teller, just off regular signs
Niggas often tell ya moves
Without a word, reading they mind
Wasn't needin' no
Corner executive in ghetto hell
metal yell especially over necklaces
Life lessons is
Whatever you out come back as blessings or to haunt ya
Could miss kids and hit your grandkids for your dishonor
That's generational curses, they said they want the old Nas
Play the tapes for old verses
Messin' my homies' lives up, sayin' Nas will 'em up
Like they wasn't live enough, many lives I've
Can I get a
Can I get a
I need a witness, three at night on some Bridge shit
Wearin' shorts and Timbs, summer night on some Bridge
with gangsters, gettin' right on some Bridge shit (Yeah)
Like MC and Marley, I be on some Bridge shit

Like Jabari, I'm on some shit
Shooter on
live forever

We go a lot
And nobody wanna hear what we go through
And that's too
Every man go the same Mondays and Fridays
Same sun, moon, and
It's just how you stand a man