Luyện nghe bài hát God Bless the Dead

Rest in to my motherfucker Biggy Smallz
right bwoy
It's goin on, here
Life
God the dead

God bless the dead, and
Don't worry if you see God
him shit got worse, I ain't mad
I know you the crew
And I can picture you in heaven with a and a brew
Fuck the world, pain was a of the game
If you a baller, went as quick as it came
My models gone or they locked in the pen
Straight hustlers, caught up in the
The other day, I I seen my homeboy Biggy
Sayin' shit stop nigga no pity
We all hoods, and all we ever had was
Money makin' plot scandalous schemes
In the gutter, you to have a criminal 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 white man

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 me a thang
I been up in this game
Ever I was a little 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 took
Half my peers, stretched for years
And if I die will they all shed
Two to the dome, me alone, let me get my head clear
Paranoid got me lookin' in the
Behind me, life without my nine, I'd do the time
See I'm old enough to know that no justice
And all the courts, way they fucked us
And why the hell am I locked in
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 but for now let's enjoy the laughter

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

I pray before I go to sleep God"
Say my grace I start to eat, 'cause 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 take a good one, a ghetto hood son, uzi a ton
Niggas terrified of from the young gun
Hearin' that they did it outta don't amaze me
But it's blowin' so I'm flowin' goin' crazy
Slip for cock the gun but he run like a punk
He shoulda had the in the trunk
But spunk is what he had, kid, I'd ratha 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 fuckin' vest
Guess who? I'll make a of your crew quick
The spirit Biggy Smallz and the thuggin' clique,

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