Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Homies

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

This for my homeboys 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 and roll up swisher smoke

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

night fights, ESPN, Sportcenter, Big Screen
You know how these vets do
Can you recall riding bicycles in the trails
Krissy Collins dropping Huffys like

first 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 fell, drunk off the pink champagne

Yeah, reminiscing through adolescence with you
Hoping that words get to you in good spirit
Your partna 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 and roll up swisher smoke
This for my 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 and roll up swisher smoke
This for my homeboys and gone
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 don't the sun no more, I follow David Carresh

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

I'm filling it with your homie
But don't take away from my spirit and my mind
One time for my Barat, and my homie 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, 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 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 and roll 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 up swisher smoke

You want this gold 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 hogs' good for me, like my type
To spark the fight with the devil off tonight

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

Not having a choice the begin
Little brothers like me to a physical threat
But check let me grab a of my black steel
And I'll show all y'all 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 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 up swisher smoke
This for my dead and gone
Off in the bushes, we pour out liquor and roll up swisher