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
worry 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
the world, pain was a part of the game
If you a baller, money as quick as it came
My role gone or they locked in the pen
hustlers, caught up in the whirlwind
The other day, I I seen my homeboy Biggy
Sayin' shit don't stop nigga no
We all hoods, and all we had was dreams
makin' motherfuckers plot scandalous schemes
In the gutter, you learn to a criminal mind
I was addicted to tryin, never to do time
My epitaph, read, was the last of G's
Kicked the shit to make the white man

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 nobody promised me a
I caught up in this game
Ever since I was a little wantin' to hang
I can see 'em in my head, pow
Memories of my nigga but he now
Lookin' back in my yearbook, all the took
my peers, they're stretched for years
And if I die will they all tears?
Two to the dome, leave me alone, let me get my head
Paranoid got me lookin' in the
Behind me, without my nine, I'd rather do the time
See I'm old enough to know that no justice
And all the courts, way they fucked us
And why the hell am I in jail
They let white 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 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 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)
motherfuckin G's, this one is for you, yo Stretch, Biggy

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

I pray before I go to sleep God"
Say my grace before I 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 one, a ghetto hood son, uzi weighin a ton
terrified of drama from the young gun
Hearin' that they did it outta fear don't me
But it's blowin' so I'm flowin' goin' crazy
Slip for cock the gun but he didn't run a punk
He shoulda had the gauge in the
But spunk is he had, kid, I'd ratha attack Big
Now ya bout to smell the of what the mag did
Wannabe suckers test, I'm tellin' you, yes
The teflon's bout to rip through fuckin' vest
Guess who? I'll make a mess of your quick
The spirit Smallz and the thuggin' clique, yeah

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