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 just our music out of love
Some underground is hatin cause we have fun at clubs
I'm probably on government list for my rhymin
You a fool if you don't think they tapped your line
Medicine is big business so my remedies is
It's music is for the people so we Reflection
Listen, you hear the difference between science and fiction
We blow it out if you leave on every appliance in the kitchen
at once, still kind bud in Cuban blunts
On the corner watchin how kids to Brooklyn for they fronts
Niggas run past what they need chasing after they want
Fuckin chumps, you walk down the street and get
Brooklyn cats to bubble out of town no lookin back
When you a ghetto chef you mastered the art of cookin
Some get caught on the Mother City so when they go
They back as tales of niggas we used to know
Never looked up to see the in all they heavenly glory
straight ahead cause the peripheral is buildings with mad stories
Not but dramas is played 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 your deathbed askin for God to you

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

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 is racin but I know just what I stand for
We chasin death like +Jessica+, I +Care Moore+
Who said, "Just because no one can how you speak
don't necessarily mean what you be sayin is deep"
In case you die in sleep you ask the Lord for a blessin
Sometimes sneak up so quiet that the silence is deafenin
You'll know who the assassin is until it's your time to go
Your is flashin, askin for forgiveness but you move too slow
Now the people that you love bear the that you once harbored
You was livin for 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 in the air like a whisper
Hearin your name 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

Good mourning, good afternoon, night
What have you done with life?
Everybody time 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 come for everybody
It somethin' you can really prepare for

Yo, yo, Mad Duke, rock on and
Curtis Mayfield, rock on and
Washington, rock 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 celebrate