Luyện nghe bài hát Good Mourning

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

Good mourning, good afternoon, night
What have you done with life?
Everybody comes to be embraced by the light
You only scared to die when you livin right, man
I'm puttin up a fight

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

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

Yo, the time come for
It somethin' you can really prepare for

Yo, yo, Mad Duke, rock on and
Curtis Mayfield, rock on and
Washington, rock rock on and
My Hazel, rock rock on and
Big L, rock on and
Freaky Tah rock on and
Jerome Green, rock on and
Ton, rock rock on and
We life