Luyện nghe bài hát Blood On The Wall

How nigga's fell victim to the streets?
Rest in y'all nigga, this is heaven for a G
I'd be a liar if I told you I that thought of death
My nigga, we the ones left

How many fell victim to the streets?
in peace y'all nigga, this is heaven for a
I'd be a liar if I told you I that never of death
My nigga, we the ones left but life goes on

And I ain't gonna stop 'til a see blood on the wall

Maybe it started the rims on the whip
I lost a Hummer pushed the through the strip
I'll swim with the fish before I lend shit
'Cause personally they ain't worth the that I spit

That's why sometimes I the end's comin' quick
My old ass father shot out his dick
So if they so happen to come up without an brother
Won't be alone 'cause comin' up at they'll have each other

At least they'll have one another 'cause life's a
But I'm here, my only job is not to see 'em suffer
Through dope boys shootouts, and under covers
The world is full of suckers but worry I'm your buffer

Buffer, like I been for BJ
But he never listened to we say
It was half past twelve on a weekday
Not even hours past his release date

nigga hit him up four times
One hit the heart and hit my heart
Called his pops, pick the phone up
So he come find his son lyin' in his own

On that block we ran through
House we grew up in corner we would on
Shot dead in of nigga's we would be with
So how the fuck nobody see

And so I'm there to be a brother to his lucky
'Cause in the belly of the beast I know shit get ugly
Get on my knees and have a with the Lord above me
Maybe I hear it wrong and think he's sayin' fuck me

Only he can judge me what they think about me
'Cause I'd be aight if no one ever loved me
I write I only fear Joe in blood smeared on my brain
By my

And I ain't gonna stop 'til a see blood on the wall

All I do is raised the bar
See my weeks is up, days are scarred
Still I love to see a motherfucker from far
More talk bout me the more I pray for y'all
I mean I get how prodigy gon' acknowledge me

When the nigga bout as big as an
For him to possibly that he as hot as me
It's far from a prophecy, more like a mockery
to be hip hop to me 'fore you bombarded me
With everythin' ass like sodomy, gotta be drugs

Four and snubs what's that about
Nigga, you cant lift the guns that you 'bout
Real talk I can't front on old shit
Now you old as shit, now old and sick

of holdin' my dick, here's a better way
Never mind me, worry 'bout medicate
Shits so unfair, nigga carried your ass your whole career
Wanna blog? Here's a how the fucks murda music
Anybody dissed this nigga is still breathin'

Jay Z, Saigon, Nas already him
Tupac, he ain't alive but you ain't him
Fifty signs the bum only 'cause he was from
Put his stamp on a nigga and still nobody him

Not a or gangsta robber
Washed up nineties nigga now a blogger
Me that underground flow strike like the pound
Your sounds old, not worth a download

I would nigga's hunt you like a hounds nose
Problem is you pussy the town knows
So why let the body count
For some out nigga now starrin' in the clown show

And I ain't gonna 'til a nigga see blood on the wall