Luyện nghe bài hát God Bless the Dead

Rest in peace to my motherfucker Biggy
That's bwoy
goin on, right here
Thug
God the dead

God the dead, and buried nigga
worry if you see God first
Tell him shit got worse, I mad
I know you the crew
And I can picture you in heaven a blunt and a brew
the world, pain was a part of the game
If you a baller, money as quick as it came
My models gone or they locked in the pen
Straight hustlers, up in the whirlwind
The other day, I I seen my homeboy Biggy
Sayin' shit stop nigga no pity
We all hoods, and all we ever had was
Money makin' plot scandalous schemes
In the gutter, you to have a criminal mind
I was addicted to tryin, meant to do time
My epitaph, will read, was the of G's
Kicked the shit to the white man bleed

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

Man, nobody promised me a thang
I been caught up in game
Ever I was a little motherfucker wantin' to hang
I can see 'em in my head, pow
of my nigga but he dead now
Lookin' back in my yearbook, all the took
Half my peers, stretched for years
And if I die will they all shed
Two to the dome, leave me alone, let me get my head
Paranoid got me lookin' in the
me, life without my nine, I'd rather do the time
See I'm old enough to know that ain't no
And all the courts, same way fucked us
And why the hell am I in jail
let them white boys free, we be shocked as hell
In my I can see it comin'
And all the time it's a plot to a nigga runnin'
I a gun and never run unless I'm comin' at ya
Cry later but for now let's 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 motherfuckers that too early
All the young that was took in they prime (God bless the dead)
motherfuckin G's, this one is for you, yo Stretch, Biggy

Yo Big, is to you my nigga
Springfield Crew, Thug Life, YG'z
Sendin' respect, ya know what I mean?
You my for life, forever
You're always gonna be a nigga
No matter what, don't that

I pray I go to sleep „Dear God"
Say my grace before I start to eat, 'cause times is
So I'm to my knees, oh why?
Why you had to take my nigga the rock-a-bye?
You had to take a good one, a ghetto hood son, uzi a ton
terrified of drama from the young gun
Hearin' that they did it outta don't 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 what he had, kid, I'd attack Big
Now ya bout to smell the of what the mag did
Wannabe suckers wanna test, I'm you, yes
The teflon's to rip through your fuckin' vest
Guess who? I'll a mess of your crew quick
The spirit Biggy and the thuggin' clique, yeah

God the dead 
God the dead 
God the dead 
God the dead