Luyện nghe bài hát Good Mourning

What's the of ghetto fabulous
Not the back of the bus
I'm a revolutionary
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 government list for my rhymin
You a fool if you think they already tapped your line
Medicine is big business so my is herbal
music is for the people so we Reflection Eternal
Listen, you hear the between science and science fiction
We blow it out if you leave on every appliance in the kitchen
at once, still rolling bud in Cuban blunts
On the corner watchin how kids comin to Brooklyn for they
Niggas run past what they need chasing after what they
Fuckin chumps, you walk down the and get jumped
Brooklyn cats like to out of town no lookin back
When you a ghetto chef you mastered the art of cookin
Some get sleepin 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 they heavenly
Just straight ahead cause the peripheral is buildings with mad
Not floors but 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
on your deathbed askin for God to bless you

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

I need you all to be on exactly what I'm sayin
With your attention span I that I ain't playin
You mistaken if you somehow think it's me you facin
Starin me down your enemy is standin adjacent
My heart is 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 what you be is deep"
In case you die in sleep you ask the Lord for a blessin
Sometimes sneak up so quiet that the silence is deafenin
You'll never know who the is until it's your 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 so you could never be a martyr
Life is hard, death is harder; you baby father
lover, son of your mother, somebody brother
Somebody nigga, now your spirit in the air like a
your name mentioned when we pourin out some liquor
The go by quicker and the nights don't seem to differ
It's gettin cold, so I shivered and asked my to be delivered

Good mourning, afternoon, good night
What you done with your life?
Everybody comes to be embraced by the light
You only scared to die when you livin right, man
I'm up a hellafied fight

Yo, the time for everybody
It somethin' you can really prepare 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
Green, rock rock on and
Slang Ton, rock on and
We life