Luyện nghe bài hát Good Mourning

What's the of ghetto 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 heads is cause we have fun at clubs
I'm probably on some list for my rhymin
You a if you don't think they already tapped your line
Medicine is big business so my is herbal
It's music is for the people so we Reflection
Listen, you hear the difference between science and fiction
We blow it out like if you leave on appliance in the kitchen
at once, still rolling kind bud in blunts
On the corner watchin how comin to Brooklyn for they fronts
Niggas run past they need chasing after what they want
Fuckin chumps, you walk the street and get jumped
Brooklyn cats like to bubble out of no lookin back
you a ghetto chef you mastered the art of cookin crack
Some get caught on the Mother City so when they go
They come as tales of niggas we used to know
Never looked up to see the stars in all they heavenly
Just straight ahead the peripheral is buildings with mad stories
Not floors but dramas is played out, get laid out
like respect and fade out like TV
into the banks of our memories (let it be) we'll forget you
Lyin on your deathbed askin for God to you

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

I need you all to be clear on what I'm sayin
With your attention span I that I ain't playin
You if you somehow think it's just me you facin
Starin me down while your enemy is standin
My heart is but I know just what I stand for
We chasin death like +Jessica+, I +Care Moore+
Who said, "Just no one can understand how you speak
don't necessarily that what you be sayin is deep"
In case you die in your sleep you ask the for a blessin
they sneak up so quiet that the silence is deafenin
You'll never know who the assassin is until it's time to go
Your life is flashin, askin for forgiveness but you move too
Now the people that you love bear the pain that you once
You was livin for yourself so you could be a martyr
Life is hard, death is harder; you somebody baby
Someone's lover, son of mother, somebody 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
It's gettin cold, so I shivered and asked my soul to be

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

Yo, the time come for
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
Jerome Green, rock on and
Slang Ton, rock on and
We celebrate