Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Homies

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

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

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

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

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

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

This for my homeboys 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 and roll up swisher smoke

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

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

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

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

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

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 pour out liquor and roll up swisher

This for my homeboys dead and
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 roll up swisher

You want this gold clean and
need to remind me about the divine, he polishes
He demolish his competitors, who was the
To bad mouth these boys that bred in the

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

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

Not having a from the begin
Little like me to pose a physical threat
But check let me grab a hold of my black
And show all y'all who's real, c'mon

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

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 pour out liquor and up swisher smoke