Luyện nghe bài hát God Bless the Dead

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

God the dead, and buried nigga
Don't if you see God first
him shit got worse, I ain't mad
I you representin' the crew
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 models or they locked in the pen
Straight hustlers, caught up in the
The day, I thought I seen my homeboy Biggy
Sayin' shit don't stop nigga no
We all hoods, and all we ever had was
Money makin' motherfuckers scandalous schemes
In the gutter, you learn to have a mind
I was addicted to tryin, never 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 (yeah don't stop)
God bless the
God the dead 

Man, nobody promised me a thang
I been caught up in game
Ever since I was a little motherfucker to hang
I can see 'em in my head, pow
Memories of my but he dead now
back in my yearbook, all the years took
Half my peers, stretched for years
And if I die will they all tears?
Two to the dome, me alone, let me get my head clear
got me lookin' in the mirror
Behind me, 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 am I locked in jail
They let them white boys free, we be as hell
In my I can see it comin'
And all the time it's a to keep a nigga runnin'
I keep a gun and never run unless I'm at ya
Cry later but for now let's the laughter

God bless the (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 was took in they prime (God bless the dead)
Real G's, this one is for you, yo Stretch, Biggy

Yo Big, is to you my nigga
Springfield Crew, Thug Life, YG'z
Sendin' they respect, ya what I mean?
You my nigga for life,
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 times is
So I'm to my knees, oh why?
Why you had to take my with the rock-a-bye?
You had to take a good one, a hood son, uzi weighin a ton
Niggas terrified of drama the young gun
Hearin' that they did it outta don't amaze me
But mind blowin' so I'm flowin' goin' crazy
Slip for cock the gun but he didn't run like a
He shoulda had the gauge in the
But spunk is he had, kid, I'd ratha attack Big
Now ya bout to the aftermath of what the mag did
Wannabe suckers test, I'm tellin' you, yes
The teflon's to rip through your fuckin' vest
Guess who? I'll make a of your crew quick
The Biggy Smallz and the thuggin' clique, yeah

God the dead 
God the dead 
God the dead 
God the dead