Luyện nghe bài hát Gone With The Wind

Damn, here bring back a gang of memories, man
on this old block
All the violence and drugs you know, I through it
Get shit on, yeah nigga, you and them motherfuckers
Rest in pieces my niggas, blow

Innocent bystanders, be up in the streets
In the concrete where real niggas, be packing heat
Leaving your exposed to the witnesses walking by
today and gone tomorrow, my nigga, we born to die

Keep your open partner, ain't no rules in this shit
My nigga died with kids and a wife, ain't that a bitch
I go clubbing because I'm thugging with some G's for real
I see niggas at the party, and I'm subject to kill

Keep my head over the water, Uzi in the
try to wet me up that's why I dumped on they ass
I had a named Money, now, he's R.I.P
Niggas set him and killed him for some and G's

I don't know why the fuck they did it, niggas plotting and
That's why you can never be blind to a man's dream
see I'm losing it. I can't take it, I miss my peers
Talk to my nigga, Makaveli, he dead for two years

of divine intervention, invade my mind
Got me thinking, damn, I could've dead, a couple times
Killer and extra clips, around my bed, when I'm sleep
Stash my Glock under my pillow, twenty gage by my

on my old block, reminiscing again
For my homies, dead and in the wind
Gone with the wind, gone the wind
Gone with the wind, with the wind

Sitting on my old block, reminiscing
Put the fire to the blunt, a sip of the Hen
Sitting on my old block, again
All my homies, and gone with the wind
Gone the wind

Sitting on my old block, again
Put the fire to the blunt, a sip of the Hen
Sitting on my old block, reminiscing
All my homies, dead and gone with the
with the wind

Too many niggas smile in my and back stab
I'm left throwing in the trunk and kidnap
Thugging and loving bitches, with this mob shit
Niggas thinking they moving and out the cut with the quickness

Suckers be blind to this real shit, we bring the
Bossalini, Fetty Chico, Shiznilti still in the
Immortalized forever, having my homies, up in the
Thinking on, when I used to drank yac in my younger days

Bust the twelve gage shotty, too to buy liquor
Little bad ass niggas grew up to be mob
life on a razor, cars, money and bitches
Niggas plotting to us, coming in coupes and a milli's

We go to war till they us, bury they ass on the realest
Ohh, us in the path, so eliminate you for scrilla
Niggas dying on the line
Spending most of they life, ducking the one time, no

In the of sin, from the gutter to the pen
Got me swimming in the game a brim on my shark's fin
Sitting on my old block, reminiscing
For my homies, dead and gone in the
Gone the wind

on my old block, reminiscing again
Put the fire to the blunt, a sip of the Hen
on my old block, reminiscing again
All my homies, dead and gone with the
Gone with the

Sitting on my old block, reminiscing
Put the to the blunt, take a sip of the Hen
Sitting on my old block, reminiscing
All my homies, and gone with the wind
Gone with the

I ain't no but if you bone me, I'm coming
double, trying to murder something
Eyes red and heart
Serving niggas out the back of the

Hitting corners, ain't no love for you, snitch ass niggas in
Ducking suckers and shady bitches, scheming to gaffle
Niggas living fictitious, running and selling fishes
Paranoia of surveillance vans, me close

Nigga propped up with dreams, died back in four
Suckers laid my homie, I just had to get off
Can't be acting no bitch nigga, because war is raw
They say nice guys last and the good die young

Too many real niggas put to death by the of the gun
Sitting on my old block, again
On my homies, dead and in the wind
Gone the wind, gone with the wind
with the wind, gone with the wind
Gone the wind

on my old block, reminiscing again
Put the to the blunt, take a sip of the Hen
Sitting on my old block, reminiscing
All my homies, and gone with the wind
Gone with the

Sitting on my old block, reminiscing
Put the to the blunt, take a sip of the Hen
Sitting on my old block, again
All my homies, dead and gone with the
Gone the wind

Sitting on my old block, again
Put the fire to the blunt, a sip of the Hen
Sitting on my old block, reminiscing
All my homies, dead and gone the wind
Gone the wind

Sitting on my old block, again
Put the to the blunt, take a sip of the Hen
Sitting on my old block, reminiscing
All my homies, and gone with the wind
Gone the wind, gone with the wind
with the wind