Luyện nghe bài hát Gone With The Wind

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

Innocent bystanders, be up in the streets
In the jungle where real niggas, be packing heat
your insides exposed to the witnesses walking by
Here today and tomorrow, my nigga, we born to die

Keep your eyes open partner, ain't no rules in this
My nigga died with three kids and a wife, ain't that a
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 head over the water, Uzi in the
Niggas try to wet me up that's why I on they ass
I had a homey named Money, now, R.I.P
set him and killed him for some key's and G's

I don't know why the fuck did it, niggas plotting and scheming
why you can never be blind to a broke man's dream
Because see I'm losing it. I can't take it, I my peers
Talk to my nigga, Makaveli, he been dead for two

Episodes of intervention, invade my mind
Got me thinking, damn, I been dead, a couple 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 with the wind, gone with the
Gone with the wind, gone the wind

on my old block, reminiscing again
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

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 the wind

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

be blind to this real shit, we bring the pain
Bossalini, Fetty Chico, still in the game
Immortalized forever, having my homies, up in the
Thinking back on, 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 life on a razor, cars, and bitches
Niggas to kill us, coming in coupes and a milli's

We go to war till they us, bury they ass on the realest
Ohh, us in the path, so eliminate you for scrilla
Niggas dying on the front
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
on my old block, reminiscing again
For my homies, and gone in 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 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

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

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

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

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