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 doin our music out of love
Some heads is hatin cause we have fun at clubs
I'm on some government list for my rhymin
You a fool if you don't think they already tapped your
Medicine is big business so my is herbal
It's music is for the so we Reflection Eternal
Listen, you hear the difference science and science fiction
We blow it out like if you leave on every appliance in the
at once, still rolling bud in Cuban blunts
On the watchin how kids comin to Brooklyn for they fronts
Niggas run past what need chasing after what they want
Fuckin chumps, you down the street and get jumped
Brooklyn cats like to out of town no lookin back
When you a ghetto chef you mastered the art of crack
Some get caught sleepin on the City so when they go
They come back as of niggas we used to know
Never looked up to see the stars in all they glory
Just straight ahead cause the peripheral is with mad stories
Not floors but dramas is out, shorties get laid out
like and fade out like TV sets
into the of our memories (let it be) we'll never forget you
Lyin on deathbed askin for God to bless you

Good mourning, good afternoon, good
What have you done with 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

I need you all to be clear on what I'm sayin
With your attention I understand that I ain't playin
You mistaken if you somehow it's just me you facin
me down while your enemy is standin adjacent
My heart is racin but I know what I stand for
We chasin death like +Jessica+, I +Care Moore+
Who said, "Just no one can understand how you speak
don't mean that what you be sayin is deep"
In case you die in your you ask the Lord for a blessin
Sometimes they 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 that you love bear the pain that you once harbored
You was livin for yourself so you never be a martyr
Life is hard, death is harder; you somebody father
Someone's lover, son of your mother, brother
nigga, now your spirit in the air like a whisper
Hearin name mentioned when we pourin out some liquor
The days go by quicker and the nights seem to differ
It's gettin cold, so I and asked my soul to be delivered

mourning, good afternoon, good night
What have you done your life?
Everybody time to be embraced by the light
You scared 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
Curtis Mayfield, rock on and
Grover Washington, rock on and
My Aunt Hazel, rock on and
Big L, rock on and
Tah rock rock on and
Jerome Green, rock on and
Slang Ton, rock on and
We life