Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Homies

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

This for my homeboys dead and
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

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

night 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 car was a Rabbit
Cut parties a tall can or something
Off in the 800 Ol' E, man, old girl
She always fell, off the pink champagne

Yeah, reminiscing going through adolescence you
that these words get to you in good spirit
Your partna Gipp 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 up swisher smoke
This for my homeboys dead and
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 liquor and up swisher smoke
This for my homeboys dead and
Off in the bushes, we out liquor and roll up swisher smoke

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

So wear black and white put tears
With a sheet pulled over my fucking head, I'm hanging in
Like a nest, meanwhile niggaz is quiting on me
they fall victim to stress

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

I'm still 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 dead and
Off in the bushes, we pour out liquor and roll up smoke
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 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

You this gold clean and shining
Don't need to remind me the divine, he polishes
He his competitors, who was the editor
To bad mouth these 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 good for me, people like my type
To spark the fight with the devil off tonight

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

Not a choice from the begin
Little brothers 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 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

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 liquor and up swisher smoke