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 at the wake
And dressed up in black suits
Goin' to pay their respects to the black troop

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

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

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

But ain't much we can do
pour brew throughout the crew
To make sure we all you
And me it hurts
To see the boy you broke bread six feet in the dirt, dirt

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

Another homie got smoked but it's no
Everybody's trippin' 'cause the boy was too to die
A sad sight to see my homie take his last
Everybody's trippin' 'cause they can't 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 I think about myself
when 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 beside my knee
'Cause on the city today a brother jus' can't win

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

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

The pain that's inside of everybody grows
As they approach to see the before the casket close
The person standin' next to me has snapped the
Once I seen the casket closed I knew 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
When I looked and seen the that my partner left

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

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

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

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

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

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

So when I a brew for you, I pour some on the block, son
You might be gone but you damn sure forgotten
So on whenever or wherever
Dead or alive partners come together, and you know that

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