Luyện nghe bài hát Gone With The Wind

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

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

Keep your eyes partner, ain't no rules in this shit
My nigga died with three and a wife, ain't that a bitch
I can't go clubbing I'm thugging with some G's for real
I see niggas at the party, and I'm subject to kill

Keep my head 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 they did it, niggas 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
Talk to my nigga, Makaveli, he been for two years

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

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

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

be blind to this real shit, we bring the pain
Bossalini, Fetty Chico, Shiznilti in the game
Immortalized forever, my homies, up in the grave
Thinking back on, I used 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, and bitches
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
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 with a brim on my shark's fin
Sitting on my old block, again
For my homies, dead and in the wind
Gone with the

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, and gone with the wind
Gone with the

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, and gone with the wind
Gone the wind

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

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

propped up with dreams, died back in ninety 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 finish last 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, dead and in the wind
Gone the wind, gone with the wind
Gone with the wind, gone the wind
with the wind

Sitting on my old block, again
Put the fire to the blunt, a sip of the Hen
on my old block, reminiscing again
All my homies, dead and gone the wind
Gone with the

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 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, reminiscing
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 wind, with the wind
Gone with the