Luyện nghe bài hát God Bless the Dead

Rest in to my motherfucker Biggy Smallz
That's bwoy
It's goin on, right
Life
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
Fuck the world, pain was a part of the
If you a baller, money went as as it came
My role gone 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 makin' motherfuckers plot schemes
In the gutter, you to have a criminal mind
I was to tryin, never meant to do time
My epitaph, read, was the last of G's
Kicked the to make the white man bleed

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

Man, ain't nobody promised me a
I been caught up in game
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, stretched for years
And if I die they all shed tears?
Two to the dome, leave me alone, let me get my clear
Paranoid got me lookin' in the
Behind me, without my nine, I'd rather do the time
See I'm old enough to know ain't no justice
And all the courts, way they fucked us
And why the hell am I locked in
They let them white boys free, we be shocked as
In my I can see it comin'
And all the it's a plot to keep a nigga runnin'
I keep a gun and never run unless I'm at ya
Cry but for now let's 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 passed 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 Hollis Crew, Life, YG'z
Sendin' they respect, ya 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 droppin to my knees, oh
Why you had to take my nigga the rock-a-bye?
You had to take a one, a ghetto hood son, uzi weighin a ton
Niggas terrified of drama the young gun
Hearin' that they did it outta fear amaze me
But it's mind blowin' so I'm flowin' crazy
Slip for cock the gun but he didn't run like a
He shoulda had the gauge in the
But is what he had, kid, I'd ratha attack Big
Now ya to smell the aftermath of what the mag did
Wannabe suckers test, I'm tellin' you, yes
The teflon's bout to rip through your vest
Guess who? make a mess of your crew quick
The spirit Smallz and the thuggin' clique, yeah

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