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 this morning, I ain't see coming
Should I even bust back, you ain't see me
I heaven got a VIP line
Got some partners in hell that'll me in the back door
You know I hate waitin in
Paramedics on the way, but they wastin they
Everybody over a nigga, screamin and shit
Damn, ya'll a nigga a second to think
Which one of you niggas 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 USDA top and a glock
Bury me a G, more nothin less
When I get I'm goin, I just gotta be fresh

2:]
Expect the worst, but hope for the
But you how it is, amen god bless
I leave now niggas owe me money
My nigga on the owe me bout a dub
And my partner a few, shit 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 night she was for me, I was in the streets
Active little nigga, should I stay in some
Gucci go through some shit and he need me
And about the streets, shit they need me too
I'm on some got Def Jam, they owe a nigga too

Pour out a little liquor, bury me in some jeans
A USDA top and a glock
Bury me a G, nothin more less
When I get where I'm goin, I just gotta be

We interruped our program to you this breaking news story,
I'm Kelly Washington 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 wether he was a suspect or the victim
We'll bring you details as they become available
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[Young
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 god testify
I'm a like John we're ordinary people
You only get one life no sequel
So you take nothing for granted
And don't take for nothing

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

Pour out a little liquor, bury me in some 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