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 doin our music out of love
Some underground heads is hatin cause we fun at clubs
I'm on some government 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 Eternal
Listen, you the difference between science and science fiction
We blow it out like if you leave on every in the kitchen
at once, still rolling bud in Cuban blunts
On the corner how kids comin to Brooklyn for they fronts
Niggas run past they need chasing after what they want
Fuckin chumps, you walk down the and get jumped
Brooklyn like to bubble out of town no lookin back
When you a ghetto you mastered the art of cookin crack
Some get caught sleepin on the Mother City so when go
They back as tales of niggas we used to know
looked up to see the stars in all they heavenly glory
Just straight ahead cause the peripheral is buildings mad stories
Not floors but dramas is 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

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

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

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

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

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