Luyện nghe bài hát Dead The Funeral

'For leaf big blowgun, fag bitch, doj' an'
Peach chrome, Rover, Zeke home so bend 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 Lisa it's the big picture
Six scriptures, six blickers, grip triggers, niggaz
The Big Dipper, swig liquor, big
Now you home watch the shit differ, I dig nigga
as a nigga whisper, believe we jiggin' Jigga
He Elton Brand in a barber chair, he'll get the
I care who you are, the point, don't be stupid pa
We celebrities with guns, stars
Yeah remove ya bras, a few of ours in through-in
Spray 21, Blackjack, I ya cards
Kid roll, Peter Rowe like
Friends with me at the graveyard, visits old enemies
Some bitched, snitched, some owed us dough
Piss on the tombstone, on it, "Told you so"
Check my portfolio, I was poor then to dough
KNow what I'm about in a drought I score,
I'm the waterboy, wet work for call
The price is nice, TLC, waterfalls
snort it all, this fact I report to y'all
Go inside, extort them all, from short to tall you ball
And the ballas live and all my friends all to win
This the second time around, that you call again
Damn yo' lady fine, you been on yo' baby
Me I'm 86, temp, P-89s
we shine, fine, don't pay me mind
My are retarded, you can call 'em crazy times
Mines are more than
We gon' rock til the Range, Benz, and clutter
Garage, assorted
Yeah box, for that, payola doc
I'll lay you over a stroller with the strangest ock
Is it not, huh, we immune to you
We the wake up, striaght up and dead the funeral

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

And you heard Rell, I do than foul
They murdered Roberta, lawyer murdered trials
We deserve to style, walk on tile
On the island millions, Durst 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 a player
Man these dudes are fish market, fillet ya
Went to war with Kromo, Pataki
Then Guilliani, then I went to North
What you gon' tell a mobster, cake was hella
No Petey when I saw them helicopters
That's the letter niggaz, trinckets from the ghetto
Her word said I the whole ghetto birds
Man your case go it, need a new assignment
That ain't giving out, first of all that's call for
Contest to
You got no gunwounds, jail time, felonies, real shit on resume
I get you yay, not tomorrow, yesterday
If they ask, say, snitch and we never play, ay