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
Don't worry if you see God
Tell him got worse, I ain't mad
I you representin' the crew
And I can picture you in heaven with a blunt and a
Fuck the world, was a part of the game
If you a baller, money went as as it came
My role models gone or they in the pen
Straight hustlers, up in the whirlwind
The other day, I thought I my homeboy Biggy
Sayin' shit stop nigga no pity
We all hoods, and all we ever had was
Money motherfuckers plot scandalous schemes
In the gutter, you learn to have a mind
I was addicted to tryin, meant to do time
My epitaph, read, was the last of G's
Kicked the shit to make the man bleed

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

Man, ain't nobody me a thang
I caught up in this game
Ever since I was a little motherfucker wantin' to
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, they're for years
And if I die will they all shed
Two to the dome, leave me alone, let me get my head
got me lookin' in the mirror
Behind me, without my nine, I'd rather do the time
See I'm old enough to know ain't no justice
And all the courts, same way they us
And why the hell am I in jail
They let them boys free, we be shocked as hell
In my I can see it comin'
And all the time it's a plot to a nigga runnin'
I keep a gun and never run I'm comin' at ya
Cry later but for now let's enjoy the

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

Yo Big, is to you my nigga
Springfield Hollis Crew, Thug Life,
Sendin' respect, ya know what I mean?
You my for life, forever
You're always 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, 'cause times is
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 hood son, uzi weighin a ton
Niggas terrified of drama from the gun
Hearin' that they did it fear don't amaze me
But it's blowin' so I'm flowin' goin' crazy
Slip for 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 ratha 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 your fuckin' vest
Guess who? I'll a mess of your crew quick
The spirit Smallz and the thuggin' clique, yeah

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