Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Homies

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

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 and roll up swisher 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 your brother Kelly
In the basement at Killer Bee's

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

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

Yeah, reminiscing through adolescence with you
Hoping that words get to you in good spirit
Your partna Gipp won't forget you, my little
Went to prison last week, since he 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 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 up swisher smoke
for my homeboys dead and gone
Off in the bushes, we pour out liquor and roll up swisher

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 don't the sun no more, I follow David Carresh

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

I'm filling it your diction homie
But don't take away from my spirit and my mind
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
pulling on a flicker flicker, as I inhale the smoke
With my kinfolk, O D I E
M O B for L I F E

for my homeboys 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 liquor and roll up swisher

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 out liquor and roll up swisher smoke

You want gold clean and shining
Don't need to remind me about the divine, he
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 love for sons but guns
And no hogs' good for me, people like my
To spark the fight with the devil off tonight

he's white, at anytime, and any rhyme
With substance is looked at as
When good ol' boys is doing hangings
And having no pity on my color 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 I'll all y'all who's real, c'mon

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 out liquor and roll up swisher smoke

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