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 the dead, and buried nigga
Don't if you see God first
Tell him got worse, I ain't mad
I you representin' the crew
And I can picture you in heaven a blunt and a brew
the world, pain was a part of the game
If you a baller, money went as quick as it
My models gone or they locked in the pen
Straight hustlers, caught up in the
The other day, I I seen my homeboy Biggy
Sayin' don't stop nigga no pity
We all hoods, and all we had was dreams
makin' motherfuckers plot scandalous schemes
In the gutter, you learn to have a mind
I was addicted to tryin, never to do time
My epitaph, read, was the last of G's
Kicked the to make the white man bleed

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

Man, ain't promised me a thang
I been up in this game
Ever since I was a little motherfucker wantin' to
I can see 'em in my head, pow
of my nigga but he dead now
Lookin' in my yearbook, all the years took
Half my peers, they're stretched for
And if I die will all shed tears?
Two to the dome, leave me alone, let me get my head
Paranoid got me in the mirror
Behind me, life without my nine, I'd do the time
See I'm old enough to that ain't no justice
And all the courts, same way fucked us
And why the hell am I locked in
They let them white boys free, we be shocked as
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 enjoy 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 in they prime (God bless the dead)
Real motherfuckin G's, this one is for you, yo Stretch,

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

I pray before I go to sleep God"
Say my before I start to eat, 'cause times is hard
So I'm to my knees, oh why?
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
terrified of drama from 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 cock the gun but he run like a punk
He had the gauge 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 teflon's bout to rip through fuckin' vest
Guess who? I'll make a mess of crew quick
The spirit Smallz and the thuggin' clique, yeah

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