Luyện nghe bài hát Good Mourning

What's the meanin of ghetto
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 cause we have fun at clubs
I'm probably on some government list for my
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 it out like if you leave on every appliance in the kitchen
at once, still rolling kind bud in blunts
On the corner watchin how kids comin to Brooklyn for they
Niggas run past what they need chasing 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 sleepin on the Mother City so when they go
They come back as tales of we used to know
Never looked up to see the stars in all they glory
straight ahead cause the peripheral is buildings with mad stories
Not floors but dramas is out, shorties get laid out
like respect and out like TV sets
into the banks of our (let it be) we'll never forget you
on your 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 you ain't livin right, man
I'm up a hellafied fight

I need you all to be clear on exactly what I'm
With your attention span I understand that I ain't
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 because no one can how you speak
don't necessarily mean that you be sayin is deep"
In case you die in your sleep you ask the for a blessin
Sometimes they sneak up so quiet that the silence is
never know who the assassin is until it's your time to go
Your life is flashin, for forgiveness but you move too slow
Now the people that you love the pain that you once harbored
You was livin for yourself so you never be a martyr
is hard, death is harder; you somebody baby father
Someone's lover, son of mother, somebody brother
Somebody nigga, now your spirit in the air a whisper
Hearin name mentioned when we pourin out some liquor
The days go by quicker and the don't seem to differ
It's 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 scared to die when you ain't livin right, man
I'm puttin up a hellafied

Yo, the time come for
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
Freaky Tah rock on and
Jerome Green, rock on and
Ton, rock rock on and
We life