Luyện nghe bài hát God Bless the Dead

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

God the dead, and buried nigga
worry if you see God first
Tell him shit got worse, I mad
I know you the crew
And I can picture you in heaven with a and a brew
Fuck the world, was a part of the game
If you a baller, money went as quick as it
My role models gone or they in the pen
Straight hustlers, caught up in the
The other day, I thought I seen my Biggy
Sayin' shit stop nigga no pity
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 to tryin, never meant to do time
My epitaph, read, was the last of G's
Kicked the to make the white man bleed

God bless the (that's right) (that's right)
God the dead (yeah don't stop)
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Man, nobody promised me a thang
I been caught up in this
since I was a little motherfucker wantin' 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
Half my peers, they're for years
And if I die will they all tears?
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 that 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 mind I can see it
And all the time it's a plot to a nigga runnin'
I keep a gun and never run unless I'm at ya
Cry later but for now enjoy the laughter

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

Yo Big, is to you my nigga
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, forget that

I before I go to sleep „Dear God"
Say my grace I start to eat, 'cause times is hard
So I'm to my knees, oh why?
Why you had to take my nigga with the
You had to take a one, a ghetto hood son, uzi weighin a ton
Niggas terrified of drama from the gun
Hearin' that did it outta fear don't amaze me
But it's mind blowin' so I'm flowin' goin'
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 attack Big
Now ya bout to smell the 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 mess of your quick
The Biggy Smallz and the thuggin' clique, yeah

God the dead 
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