Luyện nghe bài hát Gone With The Wind

Damn, standing here bring back a of memories, man
Sitting on old block
All the violence and you know, I lived 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 where real niggas, be packing heat
Leaving your insides to the witnesses walking by
Here and gone tomorrow, my nigga, we born to die

Keep your open partner, ain't no rules in this shit
My nigga died with three kids and a wife, ain't a bitch
I can't go clubbing because I'm thugging with 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 on they ass
I had a homey Money, now, he's R.I.P
set him and killed him for some key's and G's

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

Episodes of divine intervention, my mind
Got me thinking, damn, I been dead, a couple times
Killer pits and extra clips, around my bed, 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 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, again
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
Sitting on my old block, again
All my homies, and gone with the wind
Gone with the

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

Suckers be to this real shit, we bring the pain
Bossalini, Chico, Shiznilti still in the game
Immortalized forever, my homies, up in the grave
Thinking back on, when I used to yac in my younger days

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

We go to war they feel 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
Sitting on my old block, reminiscing
For my homies, dead and 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, reminiscing
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

I no bitch but if you bone me, I'm coming
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 in California
Ducking suckers and bitches, scheming to gaffle riches
living fictitious, running game and selling fishes
Paranoia of vans, watching me close

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

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

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, and gone with the wind
with the wind

Sitting on my old block, again
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 with the wind, with the wind
Gone with the