Luyện nghe bài hát Good Mourning

What's the meanin of ghetto
Not the back of the bus
I'm a revolutionary
Some playas is mad at us for just our music out of love
Some underground is hatin cause we have fun at clubs
I'm probably on some government for my rhymin
You a fool if you don't think they already your line
Medicine is big so my remedies is herbal
music is for the people so we Reflection Eternal
Listen, you hear the difference between and science fiction
We blow it out like if you leave on appliance in the kitchen
at once, rolling kind bud in Cuban blunts
On the corner watchin how comin to Brooklyn for they fronts
Niggas run past what they need chasing after they want
Fuckin chumps, you walk down the and get jumped
cats like to bubble out of town no lookin back
When you a ghetto chef you mastered the art of cookin
Some get caught sleepin on the 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 cause the peripheral is buildings mad stories
Not floors but dramas is out, shorties get laid out
respect 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, night
have you done with your life?
Everybody time to be embraced by the light
You scared to die when you ain't livin right, man
I'm up a hellafied fight

I need you all to be clear on exactly I'm sayin
With attention span I understand that I ain't playin
You mistaken if you somehow think it's me you facin
Starin me down while your is standin adjacent
My heart is racin but I know what I stand for
We chasin death carelessly like +Jessica+, I Moore+
Who said, "Just because no one can how you speak
don't necessarily mean that you be sayin is deep"
In case you die in sleep you ask the Lord for a blessin
Sometimes they sneak up so quiet that the silence is
never know who the assassin is until it's your time to go
Your life is flashin, for forgiveness but you move too slow
Now the people that you love bear the pain you once harbored
You was for yourself so you could never 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 your name mentioned when we pourin out some
The days go by quicker and the nights seem to differ
It's gettin cold, so I and asked my soul to be delivered

Good mourning, afternoon, good night
What you done with your life?
Everybody comes 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 come for everybody
It ain't somethin' you can 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 celebrate