Luyện nghe bài hát Dead The Funeral

'For big blowgun, fag nigga's bitch, doj' an'
Peach chrome, sick Rover, Zeke home so bend
He looked at me and said "Killa I'll be your pitcher, the bing was rough"
I nigga I did the bid wit' ya
Capiche, not Lisa it's the big picture
Six scriptures, six blickers, grip triggers, strip
The Big Dipper, liquor, big liver
Now that you home the shit differ, I dig nigga
Soon as a nigga whisper, we jiggin' Jigga
He Elton Brand in a barber chair, get the Clippers
I don't care who you are, the point, don't be pa
We celebrities with guns, stars
remove ya bras, a few of ours in through-in cars
Spray 21, Blackjack, I ya cards
Kid roll, Peter like Kennedy
with me at the graveyard, visits from old enemies
Some bitched, some snitched, owed us dough
on the tombstone, write on it, "Told you so"
Check my portfolio, I was then rose to dough
KNow I'm about in a drought I score, overflow
I'm the waterboy, wet work for call
The price is nice, TLC, some
Fiends snort it all, this fact I to y'all
Go inside, extort them all, short to tall you oughta ball
And where the ballas and all my friends all to win
This the second time around, shit you call again
Damn yo' fine, you been 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 than brothers
We rock til the Range, Benz, and Porsches clutter
Garage, colors
Yeah box, for that, payola doc
I'll lay you over a stroller with the 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 said we gon' shoot the up and dead the fu--
You already we gon' dead the fu--
Matter fact son, that shit back up, fuck it

And you heard Rell, I do worst than
They murdered Roberta, lawyer murder trials
We deserve to style, on Persian tile
On the island millions, Durst 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 fuck ma, go a player
Man these are fish market, straight fillet ya
Went to war with Kromo, then
Guilliani, then I went to North Cackalacky
What you gon' a mobster, cake was hella proper
No Petey when I saw them helicopters
That's the niggaz, trinckets from the ghetto bird
Her word said I gave the whole birds
Man your case go find it, a new assignment
That ain't giving out, of all that's call for silent
Contest to
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