Luyện nghe bài hát Dead The Funeral

'For leaf big blowgun, fag nigga's bitch, an'
chrome, sick Rover, Zeke home so bend over
He looked at me and "Killa I'll be your kitchen pitcher, the bing was rough"
I said nigga I did the bid ya
Capiche, not Mona it's the big picture
Six scriptures, six blickers, grip triggers, strip
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, get the Clippers
I don't care who you are, the point, don't be pa
We with guns, shooting stars
remove ya bras, a few of ours in through-in cars
Spray 21, Blackjack, I knew ya
Kid roll, Rowe like Kennedy
Friends me at the graveyard, visits from old enemies
Some bitched, some snitched, some owed us
on the tombstone, write on it, "Told you so"
Check my portfolio, I was poor then rose to
KNow what I'm about in a drought I score,
I'm the waterboy, wet for water call
The price is nice, TLC, waterfalls
Fiends snort it all, this fact I to y'all
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' lady fine, you been on yo' baby
Me I'm 86, temp, P-89s
we shine, fine, don't pay me mind
My watches are retarded, you can 'em crazy times
Mines are than brothers
We rock 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 shoot the wake up and dead the fu--
You dead we gon' dead the fu--
fact son, bring that shit back up, fuck it

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