Luyện nghe bài hát 6 Feet Deep

There's far too of you dying

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

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

my boys who passed away back in '92
Best believe that all the boys in the hoods got for you
Wherever we go, we be, we be thinkin'
Of how we hung in the smokin' and drinkin'

missin' out on a hood fight
'Cause everyday back in the we had a good fight
Everything is changed and people are lonely
It's gonna be strange spendin' New Year's eve without homie

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

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

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

Another killin' was on the evenin' news
Somebody's brother got killed a pair a shoes
In the midst of all this shit I think myself
Wonderin' when gonna try to take me off the shelf

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

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

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

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
Once I seen the closed I knew that that was it

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

And then the choir into it's final song
Thinkin' to myself the worst is yet to
Everyone was for the final flight
As we creeped along the gravel on the burial

The director his words and there was not a sound
As they lower my little [Incomprehensible] inside the ground
Everybody dropped their on the coffin top
And then they work alone with the block and that's deep

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

A lotta homies die, a mothers cry
I watch tears fall down from eyes
wants to go to Heaven
But nobody wants to the chance
They chose the so they had to dance

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

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

So when I a brew for you, I pour some on the block, son
You might be but you damn sure ain't forgotten
So on whenever or wherever
Dead or alive real partners come together, and you know

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