Luyện nghe bài hát Gone With The Wind

Damn, standing here bring a gang of memories, man
Sitting on old block
All the and drugs you know, I lived through it
Get this shit on, 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
Leaving insides exposed to the witnesses walking by
Here and gone tomorrow, my nigga, we born to die

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

Keep my head the water, Uzi in the stash
try to wet me up that's why I dumped on they ass
I had a named Money, now, he's R.I.P
Niggas set him and killed him for key's and G's

I don't why the fuck they 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 dead for two years

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

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

Too many niggas in my face and back stab
I'm left throwing in the trunk and kidnap
and loving bitches, obsessed with this mob shit
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
back on, when I used to drank yac in my younger days

Bust the twelve gage shotty, too to buy liquor
Little bad ass grew up to be mob figures
Living on a razor, cars, money and bitches
Niggas plotting to kill us, coming in coupes and a

We go to war till they feel us, bury they ass on the
Ohh, shove us in the path, so eliminate you for
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 game with a brim on my fin
Sitting on my old block, again
For my homies, and gone in 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, reminiscing
All my homies, dead and gone with the
Gone the wind

on my old block, reminiscing again
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

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

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

Nigga propped up with dreams, died back in ninety
Suckers laid 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 niggas put to death by the of the gun
Sitting on my old block, again
On my homies, dead and gone in the
with the wind, gone with the wind
Gone with the wind, gone with the
with the wind

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

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

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

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, gone with the wind
Gone the wind