Luyện nghe bài hát Good Mourning

What's the meanin of fabulous
Not the back of the bus
I'm a revolutionary
Some playas is mad at us for just doin our music out of
Some underground heads is 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
Medicine is big so my remedies is herbal
It's is for the people so we Reflection Eternal
Listen, you hear the difference science and science fiction
We blow it out like if you leave on appliance in the kitchen
at once, rolling kind bud in Cuban blunts
On the corner watchin how comin to Brooklyn for they fronts
run past what they need chasing after what they want
Fuckin chumps, you walk down the street and get
Brooklyn cats to bubble out of town no lookin back
When you a ghetto chef you mastered the art of crack
Some get caught sleepin on the City so when they go
They come back as tales of niggas we used to
Never up to see the stars in all they heavenly glory
Just ahead cause the peripheral is buildings with mad stories
Not floors but is played out, shorties get laid out
respect and fade out like TV sets
into the banks of our memories (let it be) we'll forget you
Lyin on your deathbed askin for God to you

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

I you all to be clear on exactly what I'm sayin
With your attention I understand that I ain't playin
You if you somehow think it's just me you facin
me down while your enemy is standin adjacent
My heart is racin but I know just what I for
We chasin death carelessly like +Jessica+, I Moore+
Who said, "Just because no one can understand how you
don't necessarily mean what you be sayin is deep"
In case you die in sleep you ask the Lord for a blessin
Sometimes sneak up so quiet that the silence is deafenin
You'll never 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 you love bear the pain that you once harbored
You was livin for yourself so you never be a martyr
Life is hard, death is harder; you somebody 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 some
The days go by quicker and the nights don't seem to
It's cold, so I shivered and asked my soul to be delivered

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

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

Yo, yo, Mad Duke, rock on and
Curtis Mayfield, 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
Slang Ton, rock on and
We life