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

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 roll up smoke

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 other brother
In the basement at Killer house

Tuesday fights, ESPN, Sportcenter, Big Screen
You know how these Eastpoint do
Can you recall riding in the trails behind?
Krissy dropping Huffys like 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, old girl
She always fell, off the pink champagne

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

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 pour out 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 and gone
Off in the bushes, we pour out liquor and roll up smoke

in peace, to all the brothers
And who didn't make 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
Like a nest, meanwhile niggaz is quiting on me
they fall victim to stress

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

I'm still living for you, I'm swinging on a nigga
Still on a flicker flicker, as I inhale the smoke
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 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 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 his competitors, who was the editor
To bad mouth these boys that bred in the

chicken's fried on the daily and rebel flags fly
I have no love for sons but guns
And no hogs' good for me, people my type
To spark the spiritual with the devil off tonight

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

Not a choice from the begin
Little brothers like me to pose a threat
But let me grab a hold of my black steel
And show all y'all who's real, c'mon

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