Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Homies

Ha ha,
What's happening
This is for all my homeboys who get to see a new year
Yeah, yo

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 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 brother Kelly
In the basement at Bee's house

night fights, ESPN, Sportcenter, Big Screen
You know how Eastpoint vets do
Can you recall riding in the trails behind?
Krissy Collins dropping Huffys BMX's

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

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

This for my dead 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 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 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 I'm in the carcus
I don't 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 in there
a wasp 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 from my and my mind
One time for my homie Barat, and my homie
And my Felicia, and my partna Floppy

I'm still living for you, I'm still on a nigga
Still pulling on a flicker flicker, as I inhale the
With my kinfolk, 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 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 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 and roll up swisher smoke

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

Where fried on the daily and rebel flags fly
I no love for confederate sons but guns
And no hogs' good for me, like my type
To spark the fight with the devil off tonight

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

Not having a choice the begin
brothers like me to pose a physical threat
But check let me grab a hold of my black
And I'll show all y'all real, c'mon

for my homeboys dead 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 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 liquor and roll up smoke