Luyện nghe bài hát God Bless the Dead

Rest in to my motherfucker Biggy Smallz
That's bwoy
It's goin on, right
Life
God bless the

God bless the dead, and
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 with a and a brew
Fuck the world, pain was a part of the
If you a baller, money went as as it came
My role models gone or locked in the pen
Straight hustlers, caught up in the
The other day, I thought I my homeboy Biggy
Sayin' shit don't stop no pity
We all hoods, and all we had was dreams
Money makin' plot scandalous schemes
In the gutter, you learn to have a criminal
I was to tryin, never meant to do time
My epitaph, will read, was the of G's
Kicked the shit to make the man bleed

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

Man, ain't nobody me a thang
I caught up in this game
Ever since I was a little wantin' to hang
I can see 'em in my head, pow
of my nigga but he dead now
Lookin' back in my yearbook, all the years
Half my peers, they're for years
And if I die will all shed tears?
Two to the dome, leave me alone, let me get my head
Paranoid got me lookin' in the
me, life without my nine, I'd rather do the time
See I'm old to know that 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 mind I can see it
And all the time a plot to keep a nigga runnin'
I keep a gun and never run I'm comin' at ya
Cry later but for now enjoy the laughter

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

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

I pray I go to sleep „Dear God"
Say my grace before I start to eat, 'cause 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 ghetto son, uzi weighin a ton
Niggas terrified of from the young gun
Hearin' that did it outta fear don't amaze me
But mind blowin' so I'm flowin' goin' crazy
for cock the gun but he didn't run like a punk
He shoulda had the in the trunk
But spunk is what he had, kid, I'd attack Big
Now ya bout to the aftermath of what 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 of your crew quick
The spirit Smallz and the thuggin' clique, yeah

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