Luyện nghe bài hát Gone With The Wind

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

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

Keep your eyes open partner, ain't no 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 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 dumped on ass
I had a homey Money, now, he's R.I.P
Niggas set him and him for some key's and G's

I know why the fuck they 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 take it, I miss my peers
Talk to my nigga, Makaveli, he dead for two years

Episodes of intervention, invade my mind
Got me thinking, damn, I could've been dead, a 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, and gone in the wind
Gone the wind, gone with the wind
Gone 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, reminiscing
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, again
All my homies, dead and with the wind
Gone the wind

Too many niggas smile in my and back stab
I'm throwing niggas in the trunk and kidnap
Thugging and loving bitches, with this mob shit
Niggas thinking 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, I used to drank yac in my younger days

Bust the gage shotty, too young to buy liquor
Little bad ass grew up to be mob figures
life on a razor, cars, money and bitches
Niggas plotting to kill us, coming in 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 of they life, ducking the one time, no sunshine

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

I ain't no bitch but if you me, I'm coming
Running double, trying to something
Eyes red and heart
Serving niggas out the back of the

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 fishes
Paranoia of surveillance vans, me close

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

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