Luyện nghe bài hát Bury Me Alive

Four to the chest, my niggas get at me
They don' fucked around and fucked up my new tee
I'm just livin my life, why mad at me
up this morning, I ain't see this coming
Should I bust back, you ain't see me running
I hope heaven got a VIP
Got some partners in that'll sneak me in the back door
You know I hate in line
Paramedics on the way, but they they time
Everybody standin a nigga, screamin and shit
Damn, ya'll give a nigga a second to
one of you niggas shot me, it was one of you bastards
Bet a nigga can't throw a grand in my casket

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

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

I should'a hugged my son, should'a my mother
Spent some time with her, show her I her
Every night she was for me, I was in the streets
little nigga, should I stay in some beef
Gucci go through some shit and he 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 little liquor, bury me in some Evisu
A USDA top and a throw-away
Bury me a G, nothin more nothin
When I get where I'm goin, I just gotta be

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Witnesses say that around 1.45 this morning shots were fired out of an atlanta nightclub rapper
Jeezy was involved in this but at this time it is unclear wether he was a suspect or the victim
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[Young
I was on my way i was gone
I was almost i was almost home
It was some sh*t tryna touch the sky
Jesus god testify
I'm a legend like John we're ordinary
You only get one life no sequel
So you can't take nothing for
And take granted for nothing

So i gotta thank god for me up this morning
And me this air to breath
lord forgive me for
Every Gram i
Every glock i
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 more nothin
When I get where I'm goin, I gotta be fresh