Luyện nghe bài hát Good Mourning

What's the of ghetto fabulous
Not the back of the bus
I'm a revolutionary
Some playas is mad at us for doin our music out of love
Some heads is hatin cause we have fun at clubs
I'm probably on some government for my rhymin
You a fool if you don't think they tapped your line
is big business so my remedies is herbal
It's music is for the people so we Reflection
Listen, you the difference between science and science fiction
We it out like if you leave on every appliance in the kitchen
at once, still rolling kind bud in Cuban
On the corner watchin how kids comin to Brooklyn for they
Niggas run past what they need chasing after what want
chumps, you walk down the street and get jumped
Brooklyn like to bubble out of town no lookin back
When you a ghetto you mastered the art of cookin crack
Some get caught on the Mother City so when they go
They back as tales of niggas we used to know
Never looked up to see the stars in all they heavenly
Just ahead cause the peripheral is buildings with mad stories
Not floors but dramas is out, shorties get laid out
respect and fade out like TV sets
into the banks of our memories (let it be) we'll never you
Lyin on your deathbed askin for God to you

Good mourning, afternoon, good night
What you done with your life?
Everybody time comes to be embraced by the
You only scared to die when you ain't right, man
I'm puttin up a fight

I need you all to be clear on exactly I'm sayin
With your attention span I that I ain't playin
You mistaken if you somehow it's just me you facin
Starin me down while your enemy is adjacent
My heart is racin but I just what I stand for
We chasin carelessly like +Jessica+, I +Care Moore+
Who said, "Just no one can understand how you speak
don't necessarily mean that you be sayin is deep"
In case you die in your you ask the Lord for a blessin
Sometimes they sneak up so quiet that the silence is
never know who the assassin is until it's your time to go
Your life is flashin, askin for forgiveness but you too slow
Now the people that you love bear the pain that you harbored
You was livin for yourself so you could never be a
Life is hard, death is harder; you baby father
Someone's lover, son of your mother, somebody
Somebody nigga, now your in the air like a whisper
Hearin your name mentioned when we pourin out some
The days go by and the nights don't seem to differ
It's cold, so I shivered and asked my soul to be delivered

Good mourning, good afternoon, night
What have you with your life?
Everybody time comes to be by the light
You only to die when you ain't livin right, man
I'm puttin up a hellafied

Yo, the come for everybody
It ain't somethin' you can prepare for

Yo, yo, Mad Duke, rock on and
Mayfield, rock rock on and
Grover Washington, rock on and
My Aunt Hazel, rock on and
Big L, rock on and
Freaky Tah rock on and
Jerome Green, rock on and
Slang Ton, rock on and
We celebrate