Luyện nghe bài hát Based on a True Story

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

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

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

I'm stone black, but who turned the lights
Holy sire, is it true I might
My blood's low, my beating too slow
I'm on the but I can't let go
Is the end, I would stop breathing?
Talk to me, why is leaving?
Hold up wait, these covers 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 these long
I'm getting but why on my forehead?
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 with the and now the sad words
Past the dust, the last words that I

Lower the casket, ashes to ashes, to dust