Luyện nghe bài hát Good Mourning

What's the meanin of 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 is hatin cause we have fun at clubs
I'm probably on government list for my rhymin
You a fool if you don't think already 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 blow it out if you leave on every appliance in the kitchen
at once, still rolling kind bud in Cuban
On the corner watchin how kids to Brooklyn for they fronts
Niggas run what they need chasing after what they want
Fuckin chumps, you down 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
get caught sleepin 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 straight cause the peripheral is buildings with mad stories
Not but dramas is played out, shorties get laid out
like respect and out like TV sets
into the banks of our memories (let it be) never forget you
Lyin on deathbed askin for God to bless you

Good mourning, afternoon, good night
have 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 hellafied

I need you all to be on exactly what I'm sayin
With attention span I understand that I ain't playin
You mistaken if you somehow think just me you facin
Starin me down while enemy is standin adjacent
My is racin but I know just what I stand for
We chasin death carelessly like +Jessica+, I Moore+
Who said, "Just no one can understand how you speak
necessarily mean that what you be sayin is deep"
In case you die in your you ask the Lord for a blessin
Sometimes they up so quiet that the silence is deafenin
You'll never know who the assassin is until your time to go
Your life is flashin, 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 never be a
Life is hard, death is you somebody baby father
Someone's lover, son of your mother, brother
nigga, now your spirit in the air like a whisper
Hearin your name when we pourin out some liquor
The days go by quicker and the nights don't to differ
It's gettin cold, so I shivered and my soul to be delivered

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

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