Luyện nghe bài hát Good Mourning

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

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 fight

I need you all to be clear on exactly I'm sayin
With your attention span I understand I ain't playin
You mistaken if you somehow think it's me you facin
Starin me while your enemy is standin adjacent
My heart is racin but I know just I stand for
We chasin death carelessly +Jessica+, I +Care Moore+
Who said, "Just no one can understand how you speak
don't necessarily mean that what you be is deep"
In case you die in sleep you ask the Lord for a blessin
Sometimes they sneak up so that the silence is deafenin
You'll never know who the assassin is until it's time to go
Your is flashin, askin for forgiveness but you move too slow
Now the people that you love bear the pain that you harbored
You was livin for yourself so you could be a martyr
Life is hard, is harder; you somebody baby father
lover, son of your mother, somebody brother
Somebody nigga, now your spirit in the air 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 to be embraced by the light
You only scared to die when you ain't right, man
I'm puttin up a fight

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

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