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 ain't see coming
Should I even bust back, you ain't see me
I hope heaven got a VIP
Got some in hell that'll sneak me in the back door
You I hate waitin in line
on the way, but they wastin they time
Everybody standin a nigga, screamin and shit
Damn, ya'll a nigga a second to think
Which one of you shot me, it was one of you bastards
Bet a nigga can't a hundred grand in my casket

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

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

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

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

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

[Young
I was on my way i was almost
I was almost i was almost home
It was some Kanye sh*t touch the sky
walks god testify
I'm a legend John we're ordinary people
You only get one there's no sequel
So you can't take nothing for
And take granted for nothing

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

Pour out a little liquor, 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