Luyện nghe bài hát 6 Feet Deep

There's far too many of you

June, 28 was the 38
Till the chest plate mommy cryin' at the wake
And everybody's 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 knows that everyday's a different number
So when time comes, just remember G
You'll always a place in this world as a memory

Especially my boys who 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 clubs smokin' and

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

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

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

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

Another 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 take me off the

But I to be another violent casualty
So when I'm rollin', I pack my grip beside my knee
'Cause on the city streets today a brother jus' win

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

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

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

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

And then the choir broke into final song
to myself the worst is yet to come
Everyone was headed for the final
As we creeped the gravel on the burial sight

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

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

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

Couldn't tell 'em was a player, had ta have it
Got caught up in the game now ma boy's in the
And everybody's lookin' for somebody else to
Ashamed to let his mother know that he was in a

We used to kick it on the Ave at
Comin' up to have the finer things in life
But now my boys gone, I wish he was at
I he wouldn't a never fell victim to the clone

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

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