Luyện nghe bài hát God Bless the Dead

Rest in peace to my Biggy Smallz
That's right
It's on, right here
Thug
God the dead

God bless the dead, and
Don't if you see God first
Tell him got worse, I ain't mad
I know you the crew
And I can picture you in heaven with a and a brew
Fuck the world, was a part of the game
If you a baller, went as quick as it came
My role models gone or locked in the pen
Straight hustlers, up in the whirlwind
The other day, I thought I seen my Biggy
Sayin' shit stop nigga no pity
We all hoods, and all we ever had was
Money motherfuckers plot scandalous schemes
In the gutter, you to have a criminal mind
I was addicted to tryin, never to do time
My epitaph, will read, was the of G's
Kicked the shit to make the man bleed

God bless the (that's right) (that's right)
God bless the (yeah don't stop)
God the dead 
God bless the

Man, ain't nobody promised me a
I been caught up in this
Ever I was a little motherfucker wantin' to hang
I can see 'em in my head, pow
Memories of my but he dead now
Lookin' in my yearbook, all the years took
Half my peers, they're for years
And if I die will all shed tears?
Two to the dome, leave me alone, let me get my head
got me lookin' in the mirror
Behind me, without my nine, I'd rather do the time
See I'm old enough to that ain't no justice
And all the courts, same way fucked us
And why the hell am I locked in
They let them white free, we be shocked as hell
In my I can see it comin'
And all the it's a plot to keep a nigga runnin'
I a gun and never run unless I'm comin' at ya
Cry later but for now enjoy the laughter

God the dead (that's right) (that's right)
God bless the
(God bless the dead) Yeah, rest in peace to all the that passed too early
All the young motherfuckers that was took in prime (God bless the dead)
Real motherfuckin G's, this one is for you, yo Stretch,

Yo Big, this is to you my
Springfield Hollis Crew, Life, YG'z
they respect, ya know what I mean?
You my for life, forever
always gonna be with a nigga
No matter what, don't forget

I pray before I go to sleep God"
Say my grace before I start to eat, 'cause times is
So I'm droppin to my knees, oh
Why you had to take my with the rock-a-bye?
You had to a good one, a ghetto hood son, uzi weighin a ton
Niggas terrified of drama from the gun
Hearin' that they did it outta fear amaze me
But mind blowin' so I'm flowin' goin' crazy
Slip for the gun but he didn't run like a punk
He shoulda had the gauge in the
But spunk is he had, kid, I'd ratha attack Big
Now ya bout to smell the aftermath of the mag did
Wannabe suckers wanna test, I'm you, yes
The teflon's bout to rip through your fuckin'
Guess who? I'll make a mess of crew quick
The Biggy Smallz and the thuggin' clique, yeah

God bless the
God the dead 
God bless the
God the dead