Luyện nghe bài hát Dead The Funeral

'For leaf big blowgun, fag bitch, doj' an'
Peach chrome, sick Rover, Zeke home so over
He looked at me and said "Killa I'll be your pitcher, the bing was rough"
I said I did the bid wit' ya
Capiche, not Mona it's the big picture
Six scriptures, six blickers, triggers, strip niggaz
The Big Dipper, swig liquor, big
Now you home watch the shit differ, I dig nigga
Soon as a whisper, believe we jiggin' Jigga
He Elton Brand in a barber chair, he'll get the
I don't care who you are, the point, don't be pa
We with guns, shooting stars
Yeah ya bras, a few of ours in through-in cars
Spray 21, Blackjack, I knew ya
Kid roll, Peter Rowe Kennedy
Friends with me at the graveyard, visits old enemies
Some bitched, some snitched, some us dough
Piss on the tombstone, on it, "Told you so"
Check my portfolio, I was poor then rose to
KNow I'm about in a drought I score, overflow
I'm the waterboy, wet work for call
The is nice, TLC, some waterfalls
snort it all, this fact I report to y'all
Go inside, extort them all, from short to you oughta ball
And where the live and all my friends all to win
This the time around, that shit you call again
Damn yo' lady fine, you been on yo' baby
Me I'm 86, temp, P-89s
Everyday we shine, fine, pay me mind
My are retarded, you can call 'em crazy times
are more than brothers
We gon' til the Range, Benz, and Porsches clutter
Garage, colors
Yeah Crayola box, for that, doc
I'll lay you over a with the strangest odor ock
Is it not, huh, we immune to you
We shoot the wake up, striaght up and the funeral

Ay yo the fuck up
I we gon' shoot the wake up and dead the fu--
You dead already we dead the fu--
Matter fact son, bring that shit back up, it

And you heard Rell, I do worst foul
They murdered Roberta, lawyer murdered murder
We to style, walk on Persian tile
On the island with millions, to Al
I get cake in layers, not the Daily
But when I flip, I the papers, hate the mayor
I'm a gangsta, I fuck ma, go date a
Man these dudes are fish market, straight ya
Went to war with Kromo, then
Then Guilliani, I went to North Cackalacky
you gon' tell a mobster, cake was hella proper
No Petey Pablo I saw them helicopters
the letter niggaz, trinckets from the ghetto bird
Her word said I gave the ghetto birds
Man your case go it, need a new assignment
That ain't giving out, first of all that's for silent
to play
You got no gunwounds, time, felonies, real shit on your resume
I get you yay, not tomorrow, yesterday
If they ask, never say, snitch and we play, ay