Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Sermon

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