Luyện nghe bài hát 6 Feet Deep

There's far too many of you

June, 28 was the 38
Till the chest mommy dear's cryin' at the wake
And dressed up in black suits
Goin' to pay their last to the black troop

Why'd he have to die is the question we're under
But everyone knows that a different number
So when time comes, just remember G
You'll always have a place in this as a memory

Especially my boys who passed away in '92
Best believe all the boys in the hoods got love for you
Wherever we go, wherever we be, we be
Of how we hung in the clubs and drinkin'

Never out on a hood fight
'Cause everyday back in the hood we had a good
Everything is changed and people are lonely
It's gonna be strange spendin' New eve without your homie

But much that we can do
Except brew throughout the crew
To make we all remember you
And believe me it
To see the boy you broke with six feet in the dirt, dirt

There's far too of you dying
There's far too of you dying

Another homie got but it's no surprise
Everybody's trippin' 'cause the boy was too to die
A sad sight to see my homie take his last
Everybody's 'cause they can't accept my homie's death

killin' was reported on the evenin' news
Somebody's got killed behind a pair a shoes
In the midst of all this I think about myself
Wonderin' when somebody's gonna try to me off the shelf

But I refuse to be violent casualty
So when I'm rollin', I pack my pistol beside my knee
'Cause on the city streets a brother jus' can't win

When the you think are your friends
Really ain't your friends, uh and bush wick sleep
When everybody aroun' me keeps fallin' six deep

There's far too many of you
There's far too of you dying

The pain deep inside of everybody grows
As they approach to see the body before the close
The person standin' next to me has the flip
I seen the casket closed I knew that that was it

The whole family spoke on his defense
The choir sung the songs make us reminisce
And durin' all the singing I down myself
I looked and seen the family that my partner left

And then the broke into it's final song
Thinkin' to the worst is yet to come
Everyone was headed for the final
As we creeped along the on the burial sight

The director said his words and was not a sound
As they lower my little partner inside the ground
Everybody dropped flowers on the coffin top
And then they work alone with the concrete block and deep

far too many of you dying
There's far too of you dying

A lotta die, a lotta mothers cry
I tears fall down from their eyes
Everybody to go to Heaven
But nobody to take the chance
They the music so they had to dance

tell 'em nothin' was a player, had ta have it
Got up in the game now ma boy's in the casket
And everybody's lookin' for else to blame
Ashamed to let his mother know he was in a gang

We used to kick it on the Ave at
Comin' up tryin' to have the finer things in
But now my boys gone, I wish he was at
I wish he a never fell victim to the clone

So when I drink a brew for you, I some on the block, son
You be gone but you damn sure ain't forgotten
So on remember or wherever
Dead or alive real partners come together, and you that

There's far too many of you
There's far too many of you