Luyện nghe bài hát Cool

He came back in the same suit he was buried in
to the one his grandfather was married in
Yes, he was fresh to death
Bling, two earrings, a laying on his chest
He still had it they couldn't find it
And the bullets from his enemies sat like two inches it
Smell the Hennessey from his niggas got reminded
And out liquor in his memory, he didn't mind it
But, he couldn't sip it enough
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 pocket held his daughter's picture
next to it, one of his men stuck a swisha
He had a as he lay there soaking
He saw the latch 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 passing you by
cry
If breaking the rules
your moves
Paying your
the cool

Not at all as he dug to the surface
Tarnished gold chain is what he up the earth with
He used his mouth as a to try and hollow it
And he couldn't dirt-spit, he swallowed it, working like a
reverse archaeologist
Except, his buried was sunshine
So when some shined through a that he had drove
It reflected off the gold and almost made son
He onto some grass and climbed
Pulled himself up out of his own grave, and at the time
On the that had stopped six months after the shots
That had got him in the box, Henney out his socks
He figured it was hours, because he wasn't
some flowers to brush the dirt up off his shoulder, so
With a right that was all bones
And no reason to stay, he decided to home, so he?

This life 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
Paying your
Chasing the

He begged for some change, to get him on the
Damn that stank, is what they complained
to light the blunt but it burst into flames
Caught the reflection in the window of he became
A look, was he shook, was it the shame?
Matter of fact, the only thing on his was brains
Yeah, and back in his lane, doing his thing
First he had to something to sling
stop was his block, it had the same cops
He walked right the same spot where he was shot
Shocked, and some little niggas tried to sell him
It just felt weird, being on the
They figured that he wasn't from there so they out
And robbed him the same gun they shot him with
They put it to his head and said, scared, ain't cha?
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 you're the rules
your moves
Paying dues
Chasing the