Luyện nghe bài hát i just died

Oh I, I just in your arms tonight
It mustve been something you
I just died in arms tonight (X3)
1
Pop died, cry, didnt know him that well
him doin heroin and me doin crack sales
Put in an egg shell, standin at the tabaknaco
Rather the church, pretendin to be
Wouldnt work, so a smirk was all on my
Like damn that mans is just like my face
So Pop I you for all the shit that I lived through
It wasnt all your fault hommie, you got
And to pen game, a fault
That Uncle Ray Lost, My big and so many others I saw
Im just we got to see each other, Talk and remeet each other
Save a place in heaven to the next we meet foreva-eva
(X3)
2
(Feel my truth)
Music hate me 'cause the industry aint make me
Hustlers and embrace me in the music I be makin
I dumbed down from a audience to double my
They criticize me for all yet they all yell
The hold truth be told
I probably be Talib Kweli
Truthfully I wanted to rhyme common sense
(but I did 5 mil) I aint been rhymin common since
When you sense got that much in common And been hustlin since
Your in for what perception, go with what makes sense
Since I know Im up against
We as rappers must decide whats Important
And I cant help the poor if Im one of
So I got rich and back, to me thats the win win
So next you see the hommie and his rims spin
Just know that my mind is just like them
(X2)

Whoo uh cheyeah uh cheyeah (young) cheyeah
I looking for something I cant get
hearts are all around me
And I dont see an way to get out of this
(turn the music up turn the down Im in my zone)
3
(Feel my truth)
Speakers on the when no tears should fall
'cause he was on the block those squares get off
See in my inner circle all we do is
we all got triangles on our wall
He is just rappin for the platinum yall
I recall Ive really been there before
scores and 7 years ago the papers flow, paper war
I fear no man, you dont hear me though
These words aint here to go
In the one ear, out the ear, No
My balls and my words is I have
gonna do to me Nigga, scars or scab
Whatcha gonna box me hommie, I can your jab
Three shots couldnt touch me, god for that
Im enough to carry Biggie Smalls on my back
And the whole B.K. nigga back
(X4)