Luyện nghe bài hát Good Mourning

What's the meanin of ghetto
Not ridin the of the bus
I'm a antagonist
Some playas is mad at us for just our music out of love
Some underground heads is hatin we have fun at clubs
I'm probably on some list 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 people so we Reflection
Listen, you hear the difference between science and science
We blow it out if you leave on every appliance in the kitchen
at once, still rolling kind bud in blunts
On the watchin how kids comin to Brooklyn for they fronts
Niggas run past what they need chasing after what want
Fuckin chumps, you walk the street and get jumped
Brooklyn cats like to out of town no lookin back
When you a ghetto chef you the art of cookin crack
Some get caught 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 heavenly glory
Just straight ahead cause the peripheral is with mad stories
Not but dramas 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 deathbed askin for God to bless you

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

I need you all to be clear on what I'm sayin
With your attention span I understand I ain't playin
You mistaken if you somehow think just me you facin
Starin me down your enemy is standin adjacent
My heart is racin but I just what I stand for
We chasin death carelessly like +Jessica+, I Moore+
Who said, "Just because no one can how you speak
don't mean that what you be sayin is deep"
In case you die in your sleep you ask the for a blessin
Sometimes they up so quiet that the silence is deafenin
You'll never know who the is until it's your time to go
life is flashin, askin for forgiveness but you move too slow
Now the that you love bear the pain that you once harbored
You was for yourself so you could 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 in the air like a whisper
Hearin your name mentioned when we pourin out liquor
The days go by quicker and the nights don't to differ
It's gettin cold, so I and asked my soul to be delivered

Good mourning, afternoon, good night
What have you done with your
Everybody comes to be embraced by the light
You scared 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 really 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