Luyện nghe bài hát The Cure

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

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

the credits

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

Like Jabari, I'm on some Bridge
live on
Kings forever

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