Luyện nghe bài hát God Bless the Dead

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

God the dead, and buried nigga
Don't worry if you see God
Tell him got worse, I ain't mad
I know you representin' the
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 models gone or they in the pen
hustlers, caught up in the whirlwind
The other day, I thought I seen my Biggy
shit don't stop nigga no pity
We all hoods, and all we ever had was
Money makin' motherfuckers scandalous schemes
In the gutter, you to have a criminal mind
I was addicted to tryin, never meant to do
My epitaph, will read, was the of G's
Kicked the shit to the white man bleed

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

Man, nobody promised me a thang
I been caught up in this
Ever since I was a motherfucker wantin' to hang
I can see 'em in my head, pow
Memories of my but he dead now
Lookin' in my yearbook, all the years took
Half my peers, they're stretched for
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 that ain't no justice
And all the courts, same way they us
And why the hell am I 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 a nigga runnin'
I keep a gun and run unless I'm comin' at ya
Cry later but for now let's 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 passed too
All the young motherfuckers that was took in they prime (God the dead)
Real motherfuckin G's, this one is for you, yo Stretch,

Yo Big, is to you my nigga
Springfield Hollis Crew, Life, YG'z
Sendin' they respect, ya know what I
You my nigga for life,
You're gonna be with a nigga
No matter what, don't forget

I pray before I go to „Dear God"
Say my grace I start to eat, 'cause times is hard
So I'm droppin to my knees, oh
Why you had to my nigga with the rock-a-bye?
You had to take a good one, a hood son, uzi weighin a ton
Niggas of drama from the young gun
Hearin' that they did it outta fear don't 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 in the trunk
But is what he had, kid, I'd ratha attack Big
Now ya bout to smell the aftermath of the mag did
suckers wanna test, I'm tellin' you, yes
The bout to rip through your fuckin' vest
who? I'll make a mess of your crew quick
The spirit Biggy Smallz and the clique, yeah

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