Luyện nghe bài hát Dead The Funeral

'For leaf big blowgun, fag bitch, doj' an'
Peach chrome, sick Rover, Zeke home so bend
He looked at me and said "Killa I'll be your kitchen pitcher, the was rough"
I nigga I did the bid wit' 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 watch the shit differ, I dig
Soon as a whisper, believe we jiggin' Jigga
He Elton in a barber chair, he'll get the Clippers
I don't care who you are, the point, don't be pa
We celebrities with guns, stars
Yeah 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, some snitched, some us dough
on the tombstone, write on it, "Told you so"
Check my portfolio, I was then rose to dough
KNow what I'm about in a drought I score,
I'm the waterboy, wet work for water
The price is nice, TLC, waterfalls
Fiends snort it all, this fact I report to
Go inside, them all, from short to tall you oughta ball
And where the ballas and all my friends all to win
This the second time around, that shit you call
Damn yo' fine, you been on yo' baby grind
Me I'm 86, temp, P-89s
Everyday we shine, fine, pay me mind
My are retarded, you can call 'em crazy times
Mines are more than
We rock til the Range, Benz, and Porsches clutter
Garage, colors
Yeah Crayola box, for that, doc
I'll lay you over a stroller with the odor ock
Is it over not, huh, we to you
We the wake up, striaght up and dead the funeral

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

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