Luyện nghe bài hát The Cure

Too many changes, you changed your greatness
a byproduct of yourself all for the paper regardless
The see you as a old-ass artist
The McCartneys past the Lennons, but Lennon's the hardest
Stay on your path, on your craft
They just want you to your 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, grace
I in this thinkin' you was gon' be this great thing
'Cause I seen the greats do it a great queen
What these kings have in common? They had women who
Malcolm needed Betty, I met some who wasn't ready
They envy the of the greats
They don't have a fulfilled life yet, so they searchin' for
To feel what Sam felt, the hand Marvin was dealt
A Vandross, here's the cure, the

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

Roll the

Cuban link QB chain belong in the
So boomerang, you salute my summers
Rolls-Royce Brigade just it go with the moment
Pac's on the chain, got his medallion, I
Insinuate imitation 'cause I copied his
Kings honor kings, straight from my pops to my son's
Steak bloody, mercury levels from raw fish
for lunch, waiter at the table, the cork twist
I'm studied like a by many
They give me looks of envy, I the Bentley
White like Liz Taylor might get the Bentayga
On my Rick behavior
Life is school for the and I'm in life seven already
Life's simple but heavy, incomprehensible
Everything sexy to deadly, I done been through that shit
Still goin' deeper like I a new inch on my dick
We looked at robbin' as a way of 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 hittin' the
The scissor was sharper, my was on it
No fortune teller, going off regular signs
Niggas tell ya they moves
a word, just reading they mind
Wasn't no nine
executive born in ghetto hell
Where metal yell especially necklaces
Life is karma
Whatever you out come back as blessings or to haunt ya
Could miss your kids and hit your grandkids for your
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
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 some shit
Wearin' shorts and Timbs, summer night on some shit
Party with gangsters, right on some Bridge 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 about what we go through
And that's too
Every man go through the same and Fridays
Same sun, moon, and
just how you stand like a man