Luyện nghe bài hát Gone With The Wind

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

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

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

Keep my over the water, Uzi in the stash
Niggas try to wet me up that's why I 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 did it, niggas plotting and scheming
That's why you can never be blind to a broke man's
Because see I'm losing it. I can't 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 pits and extra clips, my bed, when I'm sleep
my Glock under my pillow, twenty gage by my feet

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

Sitting on my old block, again
Put the fire to the blunt, a sip of the Hen
on my old block, reminiscing again
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
with the wind

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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