Luyện nghe bài hát 6 Feet Deep

There's far too many of you

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

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

Especially my boys who away back in '92
Best that 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 missin' out on a hood
everyday back in the hood we had a good fight
Everything is changed and are lookin' lonely
It's be strange spendin' New Year's eve without your homie

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

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

Another got smoked but it's no surprise
Everybody's 'cause the boy was too young to die
A sad sight to see my homie take his last
Everybody's trippin' 'cause they accept my homie's death

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

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

When the people you are your friends
Really ain't your friends, uh and bush wick 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 that's deep of everybody grows
As they approach to see the body before the casket
The person standin' to me has snapped the flip
Once I seen the casket closed I that that was it

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

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

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

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

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

Couldn't 'em nothin' was a player, had ta have it
Got caught up in the game now ma boy's in the
And lookin' for somebody 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 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 a brew for you, I pour some on the block, son
You might be gone but you sure ain't forgotten
So on remember whenever or
or alive real partners come together, and you know that

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