Luyện nghe bài hát Good Mourning

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

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

I you all to be clear on exactly what I'm sayin
With your span I understand that I ain't playin
You mistaken if you think it's just me you facin
Starin me down while your is standin adjacent
My heart is racin but I just what I stand for
We chasin death like +Jessica+, I +Care Moore+
Who said, "Just no one can understand 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 up so quiet that the silence is deafenin
You'll never know who the assassin is until it's time to go
Your life is flashin, askin for but you move too slow
Now the people that you love the pain that you once harbored
You was for yourself so you could never be a martyr
Life is hard, death is you somebody baby father
Someone's lover, son of your mother, somebody
nigga, now your spirit in the air like a whisper
Hearin your mentioned when we pourin out some liquor
The days go by quicker and the don't seem to differ
It's gettin cold, so I shivered and my soul to be delivered

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

Yo, the time come for
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