Luyện nghe bài hát Valley Of Death

[Hook: LaTonya
If I could leave place
a smile on my face
I'd up everything
Just to you happy
But we know - oh, oh, oh!
ain't how live goes
We could our own world
But the streets keep me

Ross - talking over LaTonya]
The meek shall inherit the
That's what The Bible
I it!

Ross]
Walk like a giant, talk like a
Faith of a mustard seed, for a triumph
David or Goliath, me or admire
Kush burns slow, as I chase my
my empire - Batty Boy, eat fire!
Guns like choirs, when sing, "Keep quiet!"
"Will I get to heaven?" Turn to 27
Lord knows when I see this Monkey, be The Devil
Beat him I'm clever, beat him at whatever
You was a G
Nigga, mean together!
New York unified, South love that
we got to shine - "Muthafuckas, where the love at?"
Real Getting Money, better log off
Think the dead now?
Now when your dog gone, imagine when the song gone
When you phone off, only one to call on!

[Rick Ross - talking over LaTonya
I mean, if I die
I honestly say
you, Lord!
you, Lord!
you, Lord!

[Rick
I'm than a title, bigger than a name
You could label we the biggest in the game
Put food on the table, fed the whole
Tell me who be the if The Feds come get me? (What?)
Fetty isn't better, when you're called a
world's so cold, hope you got a little sweater
Caught a case, but he had a little cheddar
to fifteen, poured his life in a letter
Very first line, he called Daddy stupid
Say he got AIDS, tellin' people that it's
Not the one to jump to conclusions
I'm getting money, small talk be a nuisance
Both chains, to them nooses
on deuces, new Land-Cruisers (BOSS!)
Who the you callin' losers?
You niggas - look like you could use us!

[Rick Ross - over LaTonya Givens]
When I bought my Run DMC vinyl
And my first 2 Live cassette
I would've if I knew where I'm at today
Took me forty to walk that abide

[Rick
Call boy a C.O., but if I really was
When all these niggas fuckin' niggas up?
Keep it Trilla - nigga, had a gun and badge!
Kept a nice watch, smokin' on a hundred
Back in the day, I sold crack for some nice
Skippin' school I saw my friend stabbed an icepick
Young nigga, fifteen with three
From that day, I carried on the three C's
Can't criticize niggas to get jobs
Better get smart - brother, live yours!
Only once and I got two kids
And for me to them, I'd get two gigs!
I'd shit, I'd C.O
So we can bow our and pray over the meatloaf
I'm looking at the big
Keep a bitch wit'cha, tryin' to get a bit

[Rick Ross - over LaTonya]
I remember for...
For me to get the...
The opportunity...
To have a deal
And now I artists
you, Lord!