Luyện nghe bài hát God Bless the Dead

Rest in peace to my Biggy Smallz
That's bwoy
It's on, right here
Thug
God bless the

God bless the dead, and
worry if you see God first
Tell him got worse, I ain't mad
I know you the crew
And I can picture you in with a blunt and a brew
Fuck the world, was a part of the game
If you a baller, money as quick as it came
My role models or they locked in the pen
Straight hustlers, caught up in the
The other day, I thought I my homeboy Biggy
Sayin' don't stop nigga no pity
We all hoods, and all we had was dreams
Money makin' motherfuckers plot scandalous
In the gutter, you learn to a criminal mind
I was addicted to tryin, never to do time
My epitaph, will read, was the of G's
the shit to make the white man bleed

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

Man, ain't nobody promised me a
I been caught up in 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, they're for years
And if I die will they all tears?
Two to the dome, leave me alone, let me get my clear
Paranoid got me in the mirror
Behind me, life without my nine, I'd do the time
See I'm old enough to know that ain't no
And all the courts, same way they us
And why the am I locked in jail
They let them white boys free, we be as hell
In my mind I can see it
And all the time it's a plot to keep a nigga
I keep a gun and never run unless I'm at ya
Cry later but for now enjoy the laughter

God bless the (that's right) (that's right)
God the dead 
(God bless the dead) Yeah, rest in to all the motherfuckers that passed too early
All the young motherfuckers that was in they prime (God bless the dead)
motherfuckin 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 for life, forever
You're always gonna be with a
No matter what, don't that

I pray before I go to „Dear God"
Say my grace before I start to eat, 'cause 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 so I'm flowin' goin' crazy
Slip for the gun but he didn't run like a punk
He shoulda had the gauge in the
But is what he had, kid, I'd ratha attack Big
Now ya bout to the aftermath 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 mess of crew quick
The Biggy Smallz and the thuggin' clique, yeah

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