Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Homies

Ha ha,
What's happening
This is for all my homeboys who get to see a new year
Yeah, yo

for my homeboys dead and gone
Off in the bushes, we pour out liquor and roll up swisher
for my homeboys dead and gone
Off in the bushes, we pour out and roll up swisher smoke

The hood has since you left, man
I see mom and dad got a new Jag
Little work at Papa John's, saw your other brother Kelly
In the basement at Bee's house

Tuesday fights, ESPN, Sportcenter, Big Screen
You how these Eastpoint vets do
Can you recall bicycles in the trails behind?
Krissy Collins dropping Huffys like

Your car was a Honda, my first car was a Rabbit
Cut parties with a tall can or
Off in the 800 Ol' E, man, that old
She always fell, off the pink champagne

Yeah, reminiscing through adolescence with you
Hoping that these words get to you in spirit
Your partna Gipp won't forget you, my brother
Went to prison last week, since he in we barely speak

This for my dead and gone
Off in the bushes, we pour out liquor and roll up smoke
for my homeboys dead and gone
Off in the bushes, we pour out and roll up swisher smoke

This for my dead and gone
Off in the bushes, we pour out liquor and roll up swisher
This for my homeboys dead and
Off in the bushes, we pour out liquor and up swisher smoke

in peace, to all the brothers
And sisters who make it to see, a struggle
In the flesh, my thought I'm in the carcus
I don't worship the sun no more, I follow David

So wear black and white put [Incomprehensible]
With a sheet pulled my fucking head, I'm hanging in there
Like a wasp nest, meanwhile niggaz is on me
'Coz they victim to stress

I'm filling it with your diction
But that don't take away from my spirit and my
One time for my Barat, and my homie Quentin
And my Felicia, and my partna Floppy

I'm still living for you, I'm still on a nigga
Still pulling on a flicker flicker, as I the smoke
my kinfolk, G-double O D I E
M O B for L I F E

This for my homeboys dead and
Off in the bushes, we pour out and roll up swisher smoke
This for my homeboys and gone
Off in the bushes, we out liquor and roll up swisher smoke

for my homeboys dead and gone
Off in the bushes, we out liquor and roll up swisher smoke
This for my homeboys and gone
Off in the bushes, we pour out liquor and up swisher smoke

You want gold clean and shining
Don't to remind me about the divine, he polishes
He demolish his competitors, who was the
To bad mouth boys that bred in the South

Where chicken's on the daily and rebel flags fly
I have no for confederate sons but guns
And no hogs' for me, people like my type
To spark the spiritual with the devil off tonight

When white, at anytime, and any rhyme
substance is looked at as racist
When good ol' boys is still doing
And Mississippi having no pity on my color

Not having a choice from the
Little brothers like me to pose a threat
But let me grab a hold of my black steel
And I'll show all y'all real, c'mon

This for my dead and gone
Off in the bushes, we out liquor and roll up swisher smoke
This for my homeboys and gone
Off in the bushes, we out liquor and roll up swisher smoke

This for my homeboys dead and
Off in the bushes, we pour out and roll up swisher smoke
for my homeboys dead and gone
Off in the bushes, we pour out liquor and roll up swisher