Luyện nghe bài hát God Bless the Dead

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

God the dead, and buried nigga
worry if you see God first
Tell him shit got worse, I mad
I know you representin' the
And I can picture you in heaven 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 role gone or they locked in the pen
Straight hustlers, up in the whirlwind
The other day, I I seen my homeboy Biggy
Sayin' shit don't stop no pity
We all hoods, and all we had was dreams
Money makin' plot scandalous schemes
In the gutter, you learn to have a mind
I was addicted to tryin, meant to do time
My epitaph, will read, was the of G's
Kicked the shit to make the man bleed

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

Man, ain't nobody me a thang
I been caught up in this
Ever since I was a little motherfucker to hang
I can see 'em in my head, pow
Memories of my nigga but he now
Lookin' back in my yearbook, all the took
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 clear
got me lookin' in the mirror
Behind me, life without my nine, I'd do the time
See I'm old to know that ain't no justice
And all the courts, same way fucked us
And why the am I locked in jail
They let them white free, we be shocked as hell
In my mind I can see it
And all the time a plot to keep a nigga runnin'
I keep a gun and never run unless I'm at ya
Cry later but for now let's enjoy the

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

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

I pray before I go to „Dear God"
Say my grace before I start to eat, times is hard
So I'm to my knees, oh why?
Why you had to take my with 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 did it outta fear don't amaze me
But it's blowin' so I'm flowin' goin' crazy
Slip for the gun but he didn't run like a punk
He shoulda had the in the trunk
But spunk is what he had, kid, I'd attack Big
Now ya to smell the aftermath of what the mag did
Wannabe wanna test, I'm tellin' you, yes
The teflon's bout to rip through your fuckin'
Guess who? I'll make a mess of your crew
The spirit Biggy and the thuggin' clique, yeah

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