Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Homies

Ha ha,
What's 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 roll up smoke
This for my homeboys 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 other Kelly
In the basement at Bee's house

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

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

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

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 smoke

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

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

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

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

I'm still living for you, I'm still on a nigga
Still pulling on a flicker, as I inhale the smoke
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 pour out liquor and roll up swisher
This for my dead and gone
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 and roll up swisher smoke
This for my dead and gone
Off in the bushes, we pour out 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 boys that bred in the South

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

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

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

for my homeboys 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 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 up swisher smoke