Luyện nghe bài hát Gone With The Wind

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

Innocent bystanders, be up in the streets
In the concrete jungle where real niggas, be packing
Leaving your 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 thugging with some G's for
I see some niggas at the party, and I'm to kill

my head over the water, Uzi in the stash
Niggas try to wet me up that's why I on they ass
I had a homey named Money, now, R.I.P
Niggas set him and him for some 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 man's dream
Because see I'm it. I can't take it, I miss my peers
Talk to my nigga, Makaveli, he been for two years

Episodes of divine intervention, invade my
Got me thinking, damn, I could've dead, a couple times
Killer pits and extra clips, around my bed, 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 with the wind, gone with the
Gone with 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, again
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
on my old block, reminiscing again
All my homies, and gone with the wind
Gone the wind

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

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

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

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

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

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, dead and gone the wind
with the wind

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

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

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

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

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 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, 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 with the wind, with the wind
with the wind