Luyện nghe bài hát Based on a True Story

Man, this street don't remind y'all of man
Damn, I my nigga man
That was gay how a nigga got killed dawg
Man, I wonder he was thinking about man
My nigga, I know what he was thinking about dawg, I been
I got inside of me
My nigga I exactly what he was thinking, my nigga

Sire, I got a problem, I wanna
"Holla nigga", I hearing sirens
In my sleep, I'm having
A conscious naw, "Why ya ask that?"
like this a nigga tried to cross me
I made him pay and now the devil me
But I ain't 'cuz I'm rolling with the Lord G
And now I lay my soul to

Ah pow, keep hearing
Bullets flying, seem like they won't
A for help, but momma can't hear me
me, damn this nigga, trying to kill me
I'm bad, this nigga started bustin' caps
I feel cold, boy, where them at?
The stop is intensive care
I'm tripletts, blood flying every where

I'm stone black, but who the lights out?
Holy sire, is it I might die?
My blood's low, my beating too slow
I'm on the edge but I let go
Is this the end, I stop breathing?
to me, why is everybody leaving?
Hold up wait, take these off my damn face
like it's gonna be a long day

What time is it? the days date?
What brings the crowd, oh, why long faces?
I'm getting kissed but why on my
Pretty flowers, don't tell me that a nigga dead
Oh my, why all a sudden me, it, I wanna be free
Free to fly the birds and now the sad words
Past the dust, the last words that I

Lower the casket, ashes to ashes, to dust