Luyện nghe bài hát Based on a True Story

Man, this street remind y'all of Hollywood man
Damn, I miss my man
shit 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 word of me
My nigga I know exactly what he was thinking, my

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

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

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

time is it? What's the days date?
What brings the crowd, oh, why these long
I'm getting kissed but why on my
Pretty flowers, tell me that a nigga dead fuck
Oh my, why all a sudden me, fuck it, I wanna be
Free to fly with the and now the sad words
Past the dust, the last words that I

Lower the casket, ashes to ashes, to dust