Luyện nghe bài hát God Bless the Dead

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

God bless the dead, and
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 heaven with a 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, up in the whirlwind
The day, I thought I seen my homeboy Biggy
Sayin' shit don't stop nigga no
We all hoods, and all we had was dreams
Money makin' motherfuckers plot scandalous
In the gutter, you to have a criminal 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 (yeah don't stop)
God the dead 
God bless the

Man, ain't nobody me a thang
I been caught up in this
Ever since I was a little motherfucker to hang
I can see 'em in my head, pow
Memories of my but he dead now
Lookin' back in my yearbook, all the years
my peers, they're stretched for years
And if I die they all shed tears?
Two to the dome, me alone, let me get my head clear
Paranoid got me lookin' in the
Behind me, life without my nine, I'd do the time
See I'm old to know that ain't no justice
And all the courts, same way fucked us
And why the hell am I locked in
let them 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 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 bless the dead) Yeah, rest in peace to all the motherfuckers passed too early
All the young motherfuckers that was took in prime (God bless 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
always gonna be with a nigga
No matter what, don't that

I pray before I go to sleep God"
Say my grace before I start to eat, 'cause is hard
So I'm droppin to my knees, oh
Why you had to take my nigga with the
You had to take a good one, a ghetto hood son, uzi a ton
Niggas terrified of from the young gun
Hearin' that they did it 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 like a
He shoulda had the in the trunk
But spunk is he had, kid, I'd ratha attack Big
Now ya to smell the aftermath of what the mag did
suckers wanna test, I'm tellin' you, yes
The teflon's bout to rip your fuckin' vest
Guess who? I'll a mess of your crew quick
The spirit Biggy Smallz and the thuggin' clique,

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