Luyện nghe bài hát Gone With The Wind

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

bystanders, be laying up in the streets
In the concrete jungle where niggas, be packing heat
Leaving insides exposed to the witnesses walking by
Here today and 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 can't go clubbing because I'm with some G's for real
I see some niggas at the party, and I'm subject to

my head over the water, Uzi in the stash
Niggas try to wet me up 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 did it, niggas plotting and scheming
That's why you can never be blind to a man's dream
Because see I'm losing it. I can't it, I miss my peers
Talk to my nigga, Makaveli, he been dead for two

Episodes of divine intervention, my mind
Got me thinking, damn, I could've been dead, a couple
Killer pits and extra clips, around my bed, I'm sleep
Stash my under my pillow, twenty gage by my feet

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

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

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

Suckers be to this real shit, we bring the pain
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
bad ass niggas grew up to be mob figures
Living life on a razor, cars, money and
Niggas plotting to kill us, coming in coupes and a

We go to war till they feel us, bury 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 world of sin, from the to the pen
Got me swimming in the with a brim on my shark's fin
Sitting on my old block, again
For my homies, and gone in 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, reminiscing
All my homies, and gone with the wind
with the wind

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

I no bitch but if you bone me, I'm coming
Running double, trying to something
red and heart pumping
Serving out the back of the Caddy

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

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

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

Sitting on my old block, again
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
with 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

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 the wind
Gone with the

Sitting on my old block, reminiscing
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 with the wind, gone with the
Gone the wind