Luyện nghe bài hát God Bless the Dead

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

God bless the dead, and
Don't worry if you see God
Tell him got worse, I ain't mad
I know you 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 gone or they locked in the pen
Straight hustlers, caught up in the
The other day, I thought I seen my homeboy
Sayin' don't stop nigga no pity
We all hoods, and all we ever had was
Money makin' motherfuckers plot scandalous
In the gutter, you learn to a criminal mind
I was addicted to tryin, meant to do time
My epitaph, will read, was the of G's
the shit to make the white man bleed

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

Man, ain't promised me a thang
I been up in this game
since I was a little motherfucker wantin' to hang
I can see 'em in my head, pow
Memories of my nigga but he now
back in my yearbook, all the years took
Half my peers, stretched for years
And if I die they 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 enough to know ain't no justice
And all the courts, same way fucked us
And why the hell am I locked in
They let them white boys free, we be shocked as
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 the dead (that's right) (that's right)
God the dead 
(God the dead) Yeah, rest in peace to all the motherfuckers that 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 what I mean?
You my nigga for life,
You're always be with a nigga
No what, don't forget that

I before I go to sleep „Dear God"
Say my grace before I start to eat, times is hard
So I'm droppin to my knees, oh
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 drama the young gun
Hearin' that they did it outta don't amaze me
But mind blowin' so I'm flowin' goin' crazy
for cock 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 test, I'm tellin' you, yes
The teflon's bout to rip through your fuckin'
Guess who? I'll make a of your crew quick
The Biggy Smallz and the thuggin' clique, yeah

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