Luyện nghe bài hát Based on a True Story

Man, street don't remind y'all of Hollywood man
Damn, I miss my man
shit was gay how a nigga got killed dawg
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 exactly what he was thinking, my nigga

Sire, I got a problem, I wanna
"Holla nigga", I keep hearing
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 going 'cuz I'm rolling with the Lord G
And now I lay my to sleep

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

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

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

the casket, ashes to ashes, dust to dust