Luyện nghe bài hát God Bless the Dead

Rest in peace to my motherfucker Biggy
That's right
It's on, right here
Life
God bless the

God the dead, and buried nigga
worry if you see God first
Tell him shit got worse, I mad
I you representin' the crew
And I can picture you in heaven a blunt and a brew
Fuck the world, pain was a of the game
If you a baller, money as quick as it came
My role models or they locked in the pen
hustlers, caught up in the whirlwind
The other day, I thought I seen my Biggy
Sayin' shit don't stop nigga no
We all hoods, and all we had was dreams
Money motherfuckers plot scandalous schemes
In the gutter, you learn to have a mind
I was addicted to tryin, never meant to do
My epitaph, read, was the last of G's
Kicked the shit to the white man bleed

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

Man, ain't nobody promised me a
I caught up in this game
Ever since I was a motherfucker wantin' to hang
I can see 'em in my head, pow
Memories of my but he dead now
Lookin' back in my yearbook, all the years
Half my peers, they're stretched for
And if I die will all shed tears?
Two to the dome, leave me alone, let me get my head
Paranoid got me in the mirror
Behind me, life my nine, I'd rather do the time
See I'm old enough to that ain't no justice
And all the courts, way they fucked us
And why the hell am I in jail
They let them white free, we be shocked as hell
In my mind I can see it
And all the time it's a to keep a nigga runnin'
I keep a gun and never run I'm comin' at ya
Cry later but for now enjoy the laughter

God bless the (that's right) (that's right)
God the dead 
(God bless the dead) Yeah, rest in peace to all the motherfuckers that passed too
All the young motherfuckers that was took in 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' they respect, ya know I mean?
You my for life, forever
You're gonna be with a nigga
No matter what, don't that

I pray before I go to „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 with the rock-a-bye?
You had to a good one, a ghetto hood son, uzi weighin a ton
Niggas terrified of from the young gun
Hearin' that did it outta fear don't amaze me
But it's mind blowin' so I'm goin' crazy
Slip for cock the gun but he run like a punk
He had the gauge in the trunk
But spunk is he had, kid, I'd ratha attack Big
Now ya bout to the aftermath of what the mag did
suckers wanna test, I'm tellin' you, yes
The teflon's bout to rip through your vest
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 bless the