Luyện nghe bài hát Bury Me A G

Bury me a G, Thug Life, me

Thinkin' back, reminiscin' on my
A young G, paid offa dope fiends
off cash that I made
Nigga, what's the sense of workin' if you never get to play?

I'm hustlin', stayin' out it's dawn
An' comin' home at 6 in the mornin'
Hands on my glock, eyes on the
Finger on the trigger when a ride

Shootin' craps, niggaz out the do'
Pick my off the flo', God bless the tre-fo'
Stuck on full, again
Sippin' on gin with a of friends

Say them Thug niggaz be like major pimps
Stickin' to the rules, wasn't for sin
An' if I die, let it be
But they come for me, bury me a G

Say, I got time for bitches
Gotta keep my mind on my riches
Even I die, they won't worry me
Mama, cry, bury me a G

An' I ain't got for bitches
Gotta keep my mind on my riches
Even I die, they won't worry me
Mama, cry, bury me a G

More trouble than the
Just 25 an' I'm livin' like a savage
Bein' a G, it ain't no thing
'Cause you could around, get crossed an' get stuck in the game

An' for the rest of life, you will sit an' reminisce
Wonder why it had to end like
An' to the Gs, you can feel my
the motherfucker gets born again, bury me a G

You I was a game, kid
I'm not the for playin' your games
I let my buckshots when I pull the trigger on my gauge
I'm on a rampage, makin' runs for the
Ain't nothin' on my mind but gettin' in some

I'm tired of hidin' double-ups the hold-up
Just to get a nigga for some blunts, or in some jewelry
I gives a fuck, niggaz luck when I bust
Put me to my death but I'm a G 'til the could bury me

I ain't got for bitches
keep my mind on my motherfuckin' riches
Even when I die, they worry me
Mama, cry, bury me a G

Say, I ain't got for bitches
Gotta keep my mind on my riches
Even when I die, they won't me
Mama, don't cry, me a G

I got to lose, so I choose to be a killer
Went from bangin' to slangin', now I'ma dope
All my life, payed tha price to be the
Back in school, wrote the rules on gettin'

Poppin' rocks on the block was a past
Pack a 9 all the time, you wanna mine?
cry, I'd die before they play me
From the cradle to the grave, me a G

Straight G, kickin' it with the homies in the hood
Gettin' drunk, smokin' blunts, a bitch said I'm no
I gives a fuck, I my time in the dope spot
had no time for no bitch when slangin' rocks

An' bustin' on you punk ass marks
Fake-ass Gs, niggaz with no heart
I'm stayin' real 'til I'm six feet
So when a nigga gone, bury me a G

Ain't got time for
Gotta keep my mind on my motherfuckin'
when I die, they won't worry me
Mama, don't cry, me a G

Say, I ain't got for bitches
Gotta keep my mind on my riches
Even I die, they won't worry me
Mama, cry, bury me a G

on full, Tanqueray got a nigga high
Lord knows I need another D.U.I.
I live the Thug Life, heartless
Just 'cause I fucked, don't I trust her

Now my vibratin', can't sleep
So I'm mobbin' to the house, bumpin' Isley
Is it cool to fuck?, is I'm askin'
Bitch, game an' start laughin'

Now I'm all in the an' shit
Prayin' that a don't nut too quick
'Cause I'll an' get up, I let ya know
I'll be a ten minute for a two-dollar hoe

Lots of hoes get mad an'
I let a trick be a trick, you can that bitch
'Cause I if I change, the game's a motherfucker
Real niggaz turn to bustas, me a G

I ain't got for bitches
Gotta my mind on my motherfuckin' riches
Even when I die, they worry me
Mama, cry, bury me a G

I ain't got time for bitches
Gotta keep my on my motherfuckin' riches
Even I die, they won't worry me
Mama, don't cry, me a G

Say, I ain't got time for
Gotta keep my on my motherfuckin' riches
when I die, they won't worry me
Mama, cry, bury me a G

Say, I ain't got for bitches
Gotta keep my on my motherfuckin' riches
when I die, they won't worry me
Mama, cry, bury me a G

I ain't got time for bitches
Gotta keep my on my motherfuckin' riches
Even I die, they won't worry me
Mama, cry, bury me a G

'Cause I got time for bitches
Gotta my mind on my motherfuckin' riches
Even I die, they won't worry me
Mama, cry, bury me a G
Now I ain't got time for bitches,