Luyện nghe bài hát Good Mourning

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

mourning, good afternoon, good night
What have you done with your
time comes to be embraced by the light
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 attention span I understand that I ain't playin
You mistaken if you somehow think it's me you facin
Starin me down while enemy is standin adjacent
My heart is racin but I just what I stand for
We chasin death carelessly +Jessica+, I +Care Moore+
Who said, "Just because no one can understand how you
necessarily mean that what you be sayin is deep"
In case you die in your sleep you ask the for a blessin
Sometimes they sneak up so that the silence is deafenin
You'll know who the assassin is until it's your time to go
life is flashin, askin for forgiveness but you move too slow
Now the people that you bear the pain that you once harbored
You was livin for yourself so you could be a martyr
Life is hard, is harder; you somebody baby father
Someone's lover, son of your mother, somebody
Somebody nigga, now spirit in the air like a whisper
Hearin your name mentioned when we pourin out liquor
The days go by quicker and the nights seem to differ
gettin cold, so I shivered and asked my soul to be delivered

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

Yo, the time for everybody
It somethin' you can really 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
Tah rock rock on and
Jerome Green, rock on and
Ton, rock rock on and
We life