Luyện nghe bài hát Bury Me Alive

Four shots to the chest, my get at me
They don' fucked and fucked up my new white tee
I'm livin my life, why they mad at me
Woke up this morning, I see this coming
Should I even bust back, you see me running
I hope got a VIP line
Got some partners in hell that'll sneak me in the back
You I hate waitin in line
Paramedics on the way, but they wastin they
Everybody standin a nigga, screamin and shit
Damn, ya'll give a nigga a to think
one of you niggas shot me, it was one of you bastards
Bet a nigga throw a hundred grand in my casket

Pour out a liquor, bury me in some Evisu jeans
A USDA top and a throw-away
Bury me a G, more nothin less
I get where I'm goin, I just gotta be fresh

2:]
Expect the worst, but for the best
But you how it is, amen god bless
I can't now niggas owe me money
My on the westside owe me bout a dub
And my partner with a few, he owe a nigga too

I hugged my son, should'a kissed my mother
Spent some time with her, her I love her
Every she was prayin for me, I was in the streets
Active little nigga, should I stay in beef
Gucci go through some and he really need me
And about the streets, shit they need me too
I'm on some got Def Jam, shit they owe a too

Pour out a liquor, bury me in some Evisu jeans
A USDA top and a throw-away
Bury me a G, nothin nothin less
I get where I'm goin, I just gotta be fresh

We interruped our to bring you this breaking news story,
I'm Kelly Washington reporting for WKKT 7
Witnesses say that around 1.45 this morning shots were out of an atlanta nightclub rapper Young
was involved in this shooting but at this time it is unclear wether he was a suspect or the victim
We'll bring you further details as they available
Back to you

Jeezy:]
I was on my way i was gone
I was almost there i was almost
It was some Kanye sh*t tryna the sky
Jesus walks god
I'm a like John we're ordinary people
You get one life there's no sequel
So you can't nothing for granted
And don't granted for nothing

So i gotta thank god for waking me up morning
And giving me air to breath
lord forgive me for
Every i sold
Every i popped
Every that i...

Pour out a liquor, bury me in some Evisu jeans
A USDA top and a throw-away
Bury me a G, nothin more nothin
When I get where I'm goin, I gotta be fresh