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 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

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 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 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, that old
She always fell, drunk off the champagne

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

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 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 out liquor and roll up swisher smoke

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

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

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

I'm still living for you, I'm swinging on a nigga
Still pulling on a flicker flicker, as I the smoke
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 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 and gone
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 roll up smoke

You want gold clean and shining
Don't need to me about the divine, he polishes
He demolish his competitors, who was the
To bad mouth these that bred in the South

Where chicken's on the daily and rebel flags fly
I have no love for confederate sons but
And no hogs' good for me, people 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 good ol' is still doing hangings
And Mississippi no pity on my color skin

Not having a choice from the
brothers 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 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
This for my homeboys dead and
Off in the bushes, we out liquor and roll up swisher smoke