Luyện nghe bài hát Cool

He came in the same suit that he was buried in
Similar to the one his was married in
Yes, he was still fresh to
Bling, two earrings, a chain laying on his
He still had it they couldn't find it
And the bullets his enemies sat like two inches behind it
Smell the from where his niggas got reminded
And poured out liquor in his memory, he didn't it
But, he couldn't sip it fast
So the liquor was just filling the up
down by his feet was the letter from his sister
Second-grade handwriting, read, I miss you
Suit-jacket held his baby daughter's picture
next to it, one of his men stuck a swisha
He had a notion as he lay there
He saw that the was broken, he kicked his casket open and he

This goes passing you by
It might go if you lie
You're born, you live, you die
Oh, oh, oh, oh
If life goes you by
cry
If you're the rules
Making your
Paying your
the cool

Not at all nervous as he dug to the
Tarnished gold chain is what he loosened up the with
He his mouth as a shovel to try and hollow it
And when he dirt-spit, he swallowed it, working like a
Hmmm archaeologist
Except, his buried treasure was
So some shined through a hole that he had drove
It reflected off the gold and made son blind
He grabbed some grass and climbed
Pulled up out of his own grave, and looked at the time
On the that had stopped six months after the shots
had got him in the box, ringing Henney out his socks
He figured it was hours, because he wasn't
Used some flowers to the dirt up off his shoulder, so
a right hand that was all bones
And no reason to stay, he to walk home, so he?

life goes passing you by
It might go if you lie
born, you live, then you die
Oh, oh, oh, oh
If life goes you by
cry
If breaking the rules
Making your
your dues
Chasing the

He for some change, to get him on the train
that nigga stank, is what they complained
Tried to light the but it burst into flames
the reflection in the window of what he became
A look, was he shook, was it the shame?
Matter of fact, the only on his brain was brains
Yeah, and getting back in his lane, his thing
First he had to find to sling
Next stop was his block, it had the cops
He walked right the same spot where he was shot
Shocked, and little niggas tried to sell him rocks
It just felt weird, on the opposite
They figured he wasn't from there so they pulled out
And him with the same gun they shot him with
They put it to his head and said, you're scared, ain't
He said, "hustler for death, no for a gangsta", and

This life passing you by
It go fast if you lie
You're born, you live, you die
Oh, oh, oh, oh
If life passing you by
cry
If breaking the rules
your moves
Paying dues
Chasing the