Luyện nghe bài hát Dead The Funeral

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

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

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