Luyện nghe bài hát God Bless the Dead

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

God bless the dead, and
Don't worry if you see God
him shit got worse, I ain't mad
I know you representin' the
And I can you in heaven with a blunt and a brew
Fuck the world, pain was a part of the
If you a baller, money went as quick as it
My models gone or they locked in the pen
hustlers, caught 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 had was dreams
Money makin' motherfuckers scandalous schemes
In the gutter, you learn to have a criminal
I was addicted to tryin, never 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 the dead 
God the dead 

Man, ain't nobody promised me a
I been caught up in 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' in my yearbook, all the years took
Half my peers, stretched for years
And if I die will all shed tears?
Two to the dome, me alone, let me get my head clear
Paranoid got me lookin' in the
Behind me, without my nine, I'd rather do the time
See I'm old to know that ain't no justice
And all the courts, way they 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 enjoy the laughter

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

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

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

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