Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Homies

Ha ha,
What's happening
This is for all my homeboys who didn't get to see a new
Yeah, yo

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

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

Tuesday night fights, ESPN, Sportcenter, Big
You know how Eastpoint vets do
Can you recall bicycles in the trails behind?
Krissy Collins Huffys like BMX's

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

Yeah, reminiscing going adolescence with you
Hoping that words get to you in good spirit
Your partna Gipp forget you, my little brother
Went to prison last week, he been in we barely speak

This for my dead and gone
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 up swisher smoke

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

Rest in peace, to all the
And who didn't make it to see, a struggle
In the flesh, my folk thought I'm in the
I don't the sun no more, I follow David Carresh

So wear black and white put [Incomprehensible]
a sheet pulled over 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 homie
But that don't take away from my spirit and my
One for my homie Barat, and my homie Quentin
And my shawty Felicia, and my Floppy

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

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

for my homeboys dead and gone
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 and roll 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' good for me, people like my
To spark the spiritual with the devil off tonight

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

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

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

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