Luyện nghe bài hát Based on a True Story

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

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

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

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

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

Lower the casket, ashes to ashes, to dust