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, this world is cold, my word is good as homies claim they homies but they phonies 'cause they fold
now as its told, with me down another life, hold on tight
'cause the brightest day is your night
look to the right as you see me or pursue you
they was pointin like they knew you, they jackers tryin to do you
a minute, let you grab your get em up of me,
'cause no killin you softly
you peep deep,
so now you gotta meets where put em to sleep
you pulls out proof of yo decease, and your enemies rest in grief
that took your homies' life away him like a thief
ive to, if not worse, the same places
and conversate with killers on a first name
i be like up Mike, word up, Bibles handed,
John word up, Towers handed, and whats up Ron
see dont get yourself caught up in game
'cause this game'll give you a number and snatch away name
but the world turnin
and im on preachin
and the Double Gs is deacons at the sermon