Luyện nghe bài hát Gone With The Wind

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

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

Keep your eyes open partner, ain't no rules in this
My nigga died with three kids and a wife, ain't a bitch
I can't go clubbing because I'm thugging some G's for real
I see niggas at the party, and I'm subject 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 know why the fuck did it, niggas plotting and scheming
That's why you can never be to a broke man's dream
Because see I'm it. I can't take it, I miss my peers
Talk to my nigga, Makaveli, he dead for two years

Episodes of divine intervention, invade my
Got me thinking, damn, I been dead, a couple times
Killer pits and extra clips, around my bed, when I'm
Stash my Glock under my pillow, twenty by my feet

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

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, dead and gone 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, reminiscing
All my homies, dead and gone the wind
Gone the wind

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

Suckers be blind to this real shit, we the pain
Bossalini, Fetty Chico, Shiznilti still in the
Immortalized forever, 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
bad ass niggas grew up to be mob figures
Living on a razor, cars, money and bitches
Niggas to kill us, coming 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 on the front line
Spending most of they life, ducking the one time, no

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

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

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

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

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

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, 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, reminiscing
All my homies, dead and gone the wind
Gone with the wind, gone the wind
Gone with the