Luyện nghe bài hát The Cure

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

A thousand milligrams, make sure you overdose
Turned to a businessman, used to serve 'em in the
gang, don't get exposed, stories get told
You glamorize the game, it ain't a glorious
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
rotten, the phone tapped, tappin' in with Lord

Roll the

Cuban QB chain belong in the MOMA
So boomerang, you my twenty-seven summers
Rolls-Royce just 'cause it go with the moment
on the chain, got his medallion, I won't
Insinuate imitation I copied his stomach
honor kings, straight from my pops to my son's shit
Steak tartare bloody, mercury from 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 Liz Taylor might get the Bentayga
On my Rick behavior
Life is school for the soul and I'm in seven already
simple but heavy, incomprehensible shit
Everything from sexy to deadly, I done been through shit
goin' deeper like I grew a new inch on my dick
We at robbin' as a way of resolving our problems
My cooked food, but some of my niggas was starving
And whatever they was down to do, I was 'em regardless
out I was hungry and was hittin' the hardest
The scissor was sharper, my was on it
No fortune teller, just going off regular
Niggas often tell ya they
Without a word, just reading mind
Wasn't no nine
Corner born in ghetto hell
metal yell especially over necklaces
Life is karma
you dish out come back as blessings or to haunt ya
Could miss your and hit your grandkids for your dishonor
That's generational curses, they said they the old Nas back
Play the tapes for old verses
Messin' my homies' lives up, Nas will rise 'em up
Like they live enough, many lives I've touched
Can I get a
Can I get a
I need a witness, three at night on some Bridge shit
Wearin' and Timbs, summer night on some Bridge shit
Party with gangsters, right on some Bridge shit (Yeah)
Like MC Shan and Marley, I be on some Bridge

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

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