Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Homies

Ha ha,
happening world
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
This for my dead and gone
Off in the bushes, we pour out liquor and roll up swisher

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

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

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

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

Rest in peace, to all the
And sisters who make it to see, a struggle
In the flesh, my folk I'm in the carcus
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, niggaz is quiting on me
'Coz they fall to stress

I'm filling it your diction homie
But that don't take away from my and my mind
One time for my homie Barat, and my homie
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
my kinfolk, G-double O D I E
M O B for L I F E

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 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 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 these boys bred in the South

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

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

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

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 dead and gone
Off in the bushes, we pour out liquor and roll up swisher