Luyện nghe bài hát God Bless the Dead

Rest in peace to my motherfucker Smallz
That's right
It's goin on, right
Life
God the dead

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

God the dead (that's right) (that's right)
God bless the dead (yeah stop)
God bless the
God the dead 

Man, ain't nobody promised me a
I been up in this game
Ever since I was a little wantin' to hang
I can see 'em in my head, pow
Memories of my nigga but he now
Lookin' back in my yearbook, all the years
Half my peers, they're stretched for
And if I die will they all shed
Two to the dome, leave me alone, let me get my head
Paranoid got me in the mirror
Behind me, life without my nine, I'd rather do the
See I'm old enough to know that ain't no
And all the courts, way they fucked us
And why the hell am I in jail
They let them white boys free, we be as hell
In my I can see it comin'
And all the time it's a plot to keep a runnin'
I keep a gun and run unless I'm comin' at ya
Cry later but for now let's enjoy the

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

Yo Big, this is to you my
Springfield Hollis Crew, Thug Life,
Sendin' they respect, ya know I mean?
You my nigga for life,
always gonna be with a nigga
No matter what, forget that

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 my nigga with the rock-a-bye?
You had to take a good one, a hood son, uzi weighin a ton
Niggas terrified of drama from the gun
that they did it outta fear don't amaze me
But mind blowin' so I'm flowin' goin' crazy
Slip for cock the gun but he run like a punk
He shoulda had the gauge in the
But is what he had, kid, I'd ratha attack Big
Now ya bout to smell the of what the mag did
Wannabe suckers test, I'm tellin' you, yes
The teflon's bout to rip your fuckin' vest
Guess who? I'll make a of your crew quick
The Biggy Smallz and the thuggin' clique, yeah

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