Luyện nghe bài hát 6 Feet Deep

There's far too of you dying

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

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

Especially my boys who passed 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 out on a hood fight
'Cause back in the hood we had a good fight
Everything is changed and people are lonely
It's gonna be strange spendin' New Year's eve without your

But ain't much we can do
Except pour throughout the crew
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 many of you
far too many 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 trippin' 'cause they can't accept my death

killin' was reported on the evenin' news
Somebody's brother got killed behind a a shoes
In the midst of all shit I think about myself
Wonderin' when somebody's 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 streets a brother jus' can't win

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

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

The pain that's 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 casket closed I that that was it

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

And then the choir broke into final song
Thinkin' to myself the is yet to come
Everyone was for the final flight
As we along the gravel on the burial 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 the concrete block and that's deep

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

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

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

We to kick it on the Ave at night
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 sure ain't forgotten
So on remember or wherever
Dead or alive real partners come together, and you know

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