Luyện nghe bài hát God Bless the Dead

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

God bless the dead, and
Don't worry if you see God
Tell him got worse, I ain't mad
I know you the crew
And I can picture you in heaven a blunt and a brew
Fuck the world, pain was a part of the
If you a baller, money went as quick as it
My role models gone or they in the pen
Straight hustlers, up in the whirlwind
The other day, I thought I seen my Biggy
Sayin' shit don't nigga no pity
We all hoods, and all we ever had was
Money makin' plot scandalous 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 make the white man

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

Man, ain't nobody promised me a
I been up in this game
Ever since I was a motherfucker wantin' 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 will they all shed
Two to the dome, leave me alone, let me get my clear
Paranoid got me in the mirror
me, life without my nine, I'd rather do the time
See I'm old enough to know ain't no justice
And all the courts, way they 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 it's a plot to keep 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 the dead (that's right) (that's right)
God bless the
(God bless the dead) Yeah, rest in to all the motherfuckers that passed too early
All the young motherfuckers that was took in prime (God bless the dead)
Real motherfuckin G's, one is for you, yo Stretch, Biggy

Yo Big, this is to you my
Springfield Hollis Crew, Life, YG'z
they respect, ya know what I mean?
You my nigga for life,
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 start to eat, 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 a good one, a ghetto 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 blowin' so I'm goin' crazy
Slip for cock the gun but he didn't run 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
Wannabe suckers test, I'm tellin' you, yes
The teflon's bout to rip your fuckin' vest
Guess who? I'll make a mess of your quick
The spirit Biggy Smallz and the thuggin' clique,

God bless the
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God bless the
God bless the