Luyện nghe bài hát God Bless the Dead

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

God the dead, and buried nigga
Don't if you see God first
Tell him shit got worse, I mad
I know you representin' the
And I can picture you in with a blunt and a brew
Fuck the world, pain was a part of the
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 thought I seen my homeboy
Sayin' shit don't nigga no pity
We all hoods, and all we ever had was
Money makin' motherfuckers plot 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 shit to the white man bleed

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

Man, ain't promised me a thang
I been 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
back in my yearbook, all the years took
Half my peers, stretched for years
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, life my nine, I'd rather do the time
See I'm old enough to know that no justice
And all the courts, same way they us
And why the hell am I locked in
They let them white boys free, we be 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 later but for now let's the laughter

God bless the (that's right) (that's right)
God the dead 
(God the dead) Yeah, rest in peace to all the motherfuckers that passed too early
All the young motherfuckers that was took in they prime (God the dead)
Real G's, this one is for you, yo Stretch, Biggy

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

I pray before I go to „Dear God"
Say my grace before I start to eat, 'cause times is
So I'm droppin to my knees, oh
Why you had to take my with the rock-a-bye?
You had to take a one, a ghetto hood son, uzi weighin a ton
Niggas terrified of from the young gun
Hearin' that did it outta fear don't amaze me
But it's blowin' so I'm flowin' goin' crazy
Slip for cock the gun but he didn't run a punk
He had the gauge in the trunk
But spunk is he had, kid, I'd ratha attack Big
Now ya bout to smell the of what the mag did
suckers wanna test, I'm tellin' you, yes
The teflon's bout to rip through your fuckin'
Guess who? I'll make a mess of your quick
The spirit Biggy Smallz and the thuggin' clique,

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