Luyện nghe bài hát God Bless the Dead

Rest in to my motherfucker Biggy 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 got worse, I ain't mad
I you representin' the crew
And I can picture you in with a blunt and a brew
the world, pain was a part of the game
If you a baller, money went as as it came
My role models gone or locked in the pen
hustlers, caught up in the whirlwind
The other day, I thought I my homeboy Biggy
Sayin' shit don't nigga no pity
We all hoods, and all we ever had was
Money makin' motherfuckers 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 to make the white man bleed

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

Man, ain't promised me a thang
I been caught up in this
since I was a little motherfucker 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
my peers, they're stretched for years
And if I die will all shed tears?
Two to the dome, leave me alone, let me get my head
Paranoid got me lookin' in the
Behind me, life my nine, I'd rather 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 in jail
They let them white free, we be shocked as hell
In my I can see it comin'
And all the time 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 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
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 before I go to sleep „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 with the rock-a-bye?
You had to take a good one, a ghetto hood son, uzi a ton
Niggas terrified of drama the young gun
Hearin' that they did it outta don't amaze me
But it's mind blowin' so I'm flowin' goin'
Slip for the gun but he didn't run like a punk
He shoulda had the gauge in the
But spunk is he had, kid, I'd ratha attack Big
Now ya bout to the aftermath of what the mag did
Wannabe wanna test, I'm tellin' you, yes
The teflon's to rip through your fuckin' vest
Guess I'll make a mess of your crew quick
The spirit Biggy Smallz and the clique, yeah

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