Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Sermon

my dog the pistol grip,
blasted caught him in his back and now im in front a this casket
now you cant touch this, well, world is cold, my word is good as gold homies claim they homies but they phonies 'cause they fold
now as its told, stroll with me down another life, hold on
'cause the brightest day is darkest night
look to the right as you see me or pursue you
they was pointin like they knew you, they just jackers to do you
wait a minute, let you your get em up of me,
'cause aint no killin you
you they deep,
so now you gotta where they put em to sleep
you pulls out proof of yo decease, and wish your enemies in grief
that took your homies' life away from him like a
ive to, if not worse, the same places
and with killers on a first name basis
i be word up Mike, word up, Bibles handed,
John word up, Towers handed, and whats up Ron
see dont get yourself caught up in this
'cause game'll give you a number and snatch away your name
but the world keeps
and im on preachin
and the Double Gs is deacons at the sermon