Luyện nghe bài hát Based on a True Story

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

Sire, I got a problem, I holla
"Holla nigga", I hearing sirens
In my sleep, I'm flashbacks
A guilty naw, "Why ya ask that?"
It's this a nigga tried to cross me
I him pay and now the devil calls me
But I ain't going 'cuz I'm rolling 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
me, damn this nigga, trying to kill me
I'm bad, this nigga started bustin' caps
I feel cold, boy, where paramedics at?
The first stop is intensive
I'm seeing tripletts, flying every where

I'm stone black, but who 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 the end, I would stop breathing?
to me, why is everybody 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?
What brings the crowd, oh, why these faces?
I'm getting but why on my forehead?
flowers, don't tell me that a nigga dead fuck
Oh my, why all a sudden me, fuck it, I wanna be
to fly with the birds and now the sad words
Past the dust, the last words that I

the casket, ashes to ashes, dust to dust