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 kitchen pitcher, the was rough"
I said I did the bid wit' ya
Capiche, not Mona it's the big picture
Six scriptures, six blickers, grip triggers, strip
The Big Dipper, swig liquor, big
Now you home watch the shit differ, I dig nigga
Soon as a nigga whisper, believe we Jigga
He Brand in a barber chair, he'll get the Clippers
I don't who you are, the point, don't be stupid pa
We with guns, shooting stars
Yeah remove ya bras, a few of ours in through-in
21, Blackjack, I knew ya cards
Kid roll, Rowe like Kennedy
with me at the graveyard, visits from old enemies
Some bitched, some snitched, owed us dough
Piss on the tombstone, on it, "Told you so"
Check my portfolio, I was then rose to dough
KNow what I'm about in a I score, overflow
I'm the waterboy, wet for water call
The is nice, TLC, some waterfalls
Fiends snort it all, this fact I report to
Go inside, extort all, from short to tall you oughta ball
And where the ballas live and all my all to win
This the second time around, that shit you call
Damn yo' lady fine, you on yo' baby grind
Me I'm 86, temp, P-89s
Everyday we shine, fine, don't pay me
My are retarded, you can call 'em crazy times
are more than brothers
We gon' til the Range, Benz, and Porsches clutter
Garage, assorted
Yeah box, for that, payola doc
I'll lay you over a stroller with the strangest 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 said we gon' shoot the wake up and the fu--
You dead already we gon' the fu--
Matter fact son, bring that shit up, fuck it

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