Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Homiez

Up in the mornin', dressed in black
Don't aks why I'm down in a suit and tie
They a homie that I went to school with
I tell ya life shit to fool with

I still the screams of his mother
While my nigga laid in the gutter
And gettin' to my temple
Why is that the only time folks get to ride in a limo?

It makes me so mad I to get my sawed in
And some bodies hauled in
But no, I pay my and I'm through
Hug my and maybe she'd a tear or two

I wanna get blitz
Grab my 40 and then I reminisce
About a brother who had to be the one and
So I dedicate this to my dead

Another homie got on a shakedown
And his mother is at the funeral, havin' a nervous
Two shots hit him in the face they blasted
A picture and a closed casket

A single file line about 50 cars
All drivin' slow with they on
He got a lot of and a big wreath
What good is that when you're six feet

I look at shit and gotta think to myself
And God for my health
'Cause really ever know
it's gonna be they family on the front row

So I take slow, go with the flow
And shut my motherfuckin' mouth if I know
'Cause that's pops told me
But I wish he could have said it to my dead

I remember we our names on the wall for fun
Now rest in peace after every one
Except me, but I ain't the one to
like I'm viewin' a body every other month

Plus, I him when he was yea big
beer on the curb before I take a swig
But somethin' ain't
When it's a tragedy that's the time that the family's tight

Lovin' each other in a mood
lots of people and lots of food
They say be strong and tryin'
But how strong can you be when you see your cryin'

So that's why Ice dressed up
Because the city is so fuckin' up
And so phony
Take a little time to think about your homiez