Luyện nghe bài hát God Bless the Dead

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

God the dead, and buried nigga
Don't worry if you see God
him shit 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 went as as it came
My role models or they locked in the pen
Straight hustlers, caught up in the
The day, I thought I seen my homeboy Biggy
Sayin' don't stop nigga no pity
We all hoods, and all we had was dreams
Money motherfuckers plot scandalous schemes
In the gutter, you to have a criminal mind
I was addicted to tryin, never to do time
My epitaph, will read, was the of G's
Kicked the to make the white man bleed

God bless the (that's right) (that's right)
God bless the dead (yeah stop)
God the dead 
God bless the

Man, ain't promised me a thang
I caught up in this 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' 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 head
got me lookin' in the mirror
Behind me, without my nine, I'd rather do the time
See I'm old to know that ain't no justice
And all the courts, same way they us
And why the hell am I in jail
They let them boys free, we be shocked as hell
In my I can see it comin'
And all the time it's a plot to keep a runnin'
I a gun and never run unless I'm comin' 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 passed too
All the young motherfuckers that was took in prime (God bless the dead)
Real motherfuckin G's, this one is for you, yo Stretch,

Yo Big, this is to you my
Springfield Crew, Thug Life, YG'z
they respect, ya know what I mean?
You my for life, forever
You're gonna be with a nigga
No matter what, forget that

I pray I go to sleep „Dear God"
Say my before I start to eat, 'cause times is hard
So I'm to my knees, oh why?
Why you had to take my nigga the rock-a-bye?
You had to take a good one, a hood son, uzi weighin a ton
Niggas terrified of drama the young gun
Hearin' that did it outta fear 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 spunk is he had, kid, I'd ratha attack Big
Now ya to smell the aftermath of what the mag did
Wannabe wanna test, I'm tellin' you, yes
The bout to rip through your fuckin' vest
Guess who? I'll make a of your crew quick
The spirit Smallz and the thuggin' clique, yeah

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