Luyện nghe bài hát Bury Me Alive

Four to the chest, my niggas get at me
They don' fucked around and up my new white tee
I'm just my life, why they mad at me
Woke up morning, I ain't see this coming
Should I even bust back, you see me running
I heaven got a VIP line
Got some partners in hell that'll sneak me in the door
You know I hate waitin in
Paramedics on the way, but they they time
standin over a nigga, screamin and shit
Damn, give a nigga a second 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 little liquor, me in some Evisu jeans
A USDA top and a throw-away
Bury me a G, nothin more less
When I get where I'm goin, I just be fresh

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

I should'a my son, should'a kissed my mother
Spent time with her, show 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 shit and he really need me
And what about the streets, shit 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 top and a throw-away glock
Bury me a G, nothin nothin less
When I get where I'm goin, I gotta be fresh

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

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

So i gotta thank god for waking me up this
And me this air to breath
Jesus forgive me for
Gram 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 nothin less
When I get where I'm goin, I just gotta be