Luyện nghe bài hát Good Mourning

What's the meanin of ghetto
Not ridin the of the bus
I'm a antagonist
Some playas is mad at us for just our music out of love
Some underground heads is hatin we have fun at clubs
I'm probably on some government for my rhymin
You a fool if you don't think already tapped your line
Medicine is big business so my remedies is
music is for the people so we Reflection Eternal
Listen, you hear the difference between science and science
We blow it out like if you on every appliance in the kitchen
at once, rolling kind bud in Cuban blunts
On the corner watchin how kids comin to for they fronts
run past what they need chasing after what they want
Fuckin chumps, you walk down the street and get
Brooklyn cats like to out of town no lookin back
When you a ghetto chef you mastered the art of cookin
get caught sleepin on the Mother City so when they go
They come back as tales of niggas we to know
Never looked up to see the stars in all they glory
Just straight cause the peripheral is buildings with mad stories
Not floors but dramas is out, shorties get laid out
respect 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

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

I need you all to be clear on exactly what I'm
With your attention span I understand I ain't playin
You if you somehow think it's just me you facin
Starin me down while enemy is standin adjacent
My heart is racin but I know just I stand for
We chasin carelessly like +Jessica+, I +Care Moore+
Who said, "Just because no one can understand how you
don't necessarily that what 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 is deafenin
never know who the assassin is until it's your time to go
Your life is flashin, askin for forgiveness but you 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, is harder; you somebody baby father
Someone's lover, son of your mother, brother
Somebody nigga, now your spirit in the air like a
Hearin your name mentioned when we pourin out liquor
The days go by and the nights don't seem to differ
It's gettin cold, so I shivered and asked my to be delivered

Good mourning, good afternoon, night
What have you done with 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 for everybody
It ain't somethin' you can really 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
Slang Ton, rock on and
We celebrate