Luyện nghe bài hát Good Mourning

What's the meanin of fabulous
Not ridin the of the bus
I'm a revolutionary
Some is mad at us for just doin our music out of love
Some underground heads is cause we have fun at clubs
I'm probably on some government list for my
You a fool if you think they already tapped your line
Medicine is big business so my is herbal
It's music is for the so we Reflection Eternal
Listen, you hear the between science and science fiction
We it out like if you leave on every appliance in the kitchen
at once, still rolling bud in Cuban blunts
On the corner how kids comin to Brooklyn for they fronts
Niggas run what they need chasing after what they want
Fuckin chumps, you down the street and get jumped
Brooklyn cats like to bubble out of town no back
When you a chef you mastered the art of cookin crack
Some get caught sleepin on the Mother City so they go
They back as tales of niggas we used to know
looked up to see the stars in all they heavenly glory
Just straight ahead cause the peripheral is buildings with mad
Not floors but is played out, shorties get laid out
like respect and out like TV sets
into the banks of our memories (let it be) we'll never you
Lyin on your deathbed for God to bless you

Good mourning, good afternoon, night
What have you done with your
Everybody comes to be embraced by the light
You only 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
Starin me while your enemy is standin adjacent
My is racin but I know just what I stand for
We chasin death carelessly like +Jessica+, I +Care
Who said, "Just because no one can understand how you
don't necessarily mean what you be sayin is deep"
In you die in your sleep you ask the Lord for a blessin
they sneak up so quiet that the silence is deafenin
You'll never know who the assassin is until it's 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 yourself so you could be a martyr
Life is hard, death is harder; you somebody father
Someone's lover, son of mother, somebody brother
Somebody nigga, now your spirit in the air a whisper
your name mentioned when we pourin out some liquor
The go by quicker and the nights don't seem to differ
It's gettin cold, so I shivered and asked my soul to be

Good mourning, good afternoon, good
have 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 time come for
It ain't 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
Freaky Tah rock on and
Jerome Green, rock on and
Slang Ton, rock on and
We celebrate