Luyện nghe bài hát Gone With The Wind

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

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

your eyes open partner, ain't no rules in this shit
My nigga with three kids and a wife, ain't that a bitch
I can't go clubbing because I'm thugging with some G's for
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 why I dumped 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
That's why you can never be blind to a broke dream
Because see I'm losing it. I can't it, I miss my peers
Talk to my nigga, Makaveli, he been dead for two

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

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

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

Suckers be blind to this real shit, we bring the
Bossalini, Chico, Shiznilti still in the game
forever, having my homies, up in the grave
Thinking back on, when I used to 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
Niggas plotting to kill us, coming in and a milli's

We go to war till they feel us, 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, the one time, no sunshine

In the world of sin, from the 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 gone in the
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, reminiscing
All my homies, dead and gone with the
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, and gone with the wind
Gone the wind

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

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

Nigga up with dreams, died back in ninety four
Suckers down my homie, I just had to get off
Can't be acting like no 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, reminiscing
On my homies, dead and gone in the
Gone with the wind, 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
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, and gone with 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, again
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
on my old block, reminiscing again
All my homies, and gone with the wind
Gone with the wind, with the wind
Gone the wind