Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Homies

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

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 out liquor and roll up swisher smoke

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

night fights, ESPN, Sportcenter, Big Screen
You know how Eastpoint vets do
Can you recall riding bicycles in the behind?
Collins 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 pink

Yeah, reminiscing going through adolescence you
Hoping that words get to you in good spirit
Your partna Gipp forget you, my little brother
Went to prison last week, he been in we barely speak

This for my homeboys dead and
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

This for my homeboys dead and
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 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 worship the sun no more, I follow Carresh

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

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

I'm living for you, I'm still 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 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 pour out liquor and up swisher smoke

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

You want this gold clean and
need to remind me about the divine, he polishes
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 for confederate sons but guns
And no hogs' for me, people like my type
To spark the spiritual fight with the off tonight

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

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

This for my dead 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 out liquor 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 out liquor and roll up swisher smoke