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 drugs you know, I 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 niggas, be packing heat
Leaving your insides 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, 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

my head over the water, Uzi in the stash
Niggas try to wet me up why I dumped 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 to a broke man's dream
Because see I'm losing it. I can't it, I miss my peers
to my nigga, Makaveli, he been 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, my bed, when I'm sleep
Stash my under my pillow, twenty gage by my feet

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

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

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

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

We go to war till they us, bury they 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 of sin, from the gutter to the pen
Got me swimming in the game a brim on my shark's fin
on my old block, reminiscing again
For my homies, dead and in 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, 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, again
All my homies, dead and with the wind
Gone the wind

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

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

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

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