Luyện nghe bài hát Good Mourning

What's the meanin of ghetto
Not the back of the bus
I'm a antagonist
Some is mad at us for just doin our music out of love
Some underground heads is hatin we have fun at clubs
I'm probably on some list for my rhymin
You a fool if you don't they already tapped your line
Medicine is big business so my remedies is
It's music is for the people so we Eternal
Listen, you hear the between science and science fiction
We blow it out like if you leave on every in the kitchen
at once, still kind bud in Cuban 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 down the street and get jumped
Brooklyn cats like to bubble out of no lookin back
When you a chef you mastered the art of cookin crack
Some get caught sleepin on the Mother so when they go
They come back as tales of niggas we used to
Never looked up to see the stars in all they glory
Just straight ahead cause the peripheral is buildings mad stories
Not but dramas is played out, shorties get laid out
like and fade out like TV sets
into the banks of our (let it be) we'll never forget you
Lyin on your deathbed askin for God to you

mourning, good afternoon, good night
What have you done with your
time comes to be embraced by the light
You only scared to die 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 span I understand that I ain't playin
You mistaken if you somehow think it's me you facin
me down while your enemy is standin adjacent
My heart is but I know just what I stand for
We death carelessly 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 you ask the Lord for a blessin
Sometimes they sneak up so quiet the silence is deafenin
never know who the assassin is until it's your time to go
Your life is flashin, askin for but you move too slow
Now the people that you love bear the pain that you once
You was livin for yourself so you could never be a
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 your name mentioned we pourin out some liquor
The days go by quicker and the don't seem to differ
It's gettin cold, so I and asked my soul to be delivered

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

Yo, the time come for
It ain't somethin' you can really 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 celebrate