Luyện nghe bài hát Gone With The Wind

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

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

your eyes 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 some niggas at the party, and I'm subject to

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 key's and G's

I don't why the fuck they did it, niggas plotting and scheming
That's why you can never be blind to a broke man's
see I'm losing it. I can't take 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 been dead, a couple times
Killer pits and extra clips, around my bed, I'm sleep
Stash my Glock my pillow, twenty gage by my feet

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

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 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
with the wind

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

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

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

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

In the of sin, from the gutter to the pen
Got me in the game 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, 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

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, dead and with the wind
Gone with the

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

Hitting corners, ain't no for you, snitch ass niggas 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, died in ninety four
laid down my homie, I just had to get off
Can't be like no bitch nigga, because war is raw
say nice guys finish last and the good 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
with the wind, gone with the wind
Gone with the wind, 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, reminiscing
Put the fire to the blunt, a sip of the Hen
Sitting on my old block, reminiscing
All my homies, and gone with the wind
Gone with the

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