Luyện nghe bài hát Good Mourning

What's the meanin of ghetto
Not ridin the of the bus
I'm a revolutionary
Some playas is mad at us for just doin our out of love
Some underground heads is hatin cause we fun at clubs
I'm probably on some government for my rhymin
You a fool if you don't think they already your line
is big business so my remedies is herbal
It's music is for the people so we Eternal
Listen, you hear the difference science and science fiction
We blow it out like if you on every appliance in the kitchen
at once, still rolling bud in Cuban blunts
On the corner watchin how kids comin to Brooklyn for fronts
Niggas run what they need chasing after what they want
Fuckin chumps, you walk down the and get jumped
Brooklyn like to bubble out of town no lookin back
When you a ghetto you mastered the art of cookin crack
get caught sleepin on the Mother City so when they go
They come back as tales of we used to know
Never looked up to see the stars in all they glory
Just straight ahead cause the is buildings with mad stories
Not floors but 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 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 only scared to die you ain't livin right, man
I'm puttin up a hellafied

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 enemy is standin
My heart is racin but I know just what I for
We chasin carelessly 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 your sleep you ask the for a blessin
Sometimes they sneak up so that the silence 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 be a martyr
Life is hard, death is harder; you baby father
Someone's lover, son of your mother, brother
Somebody nigga, now your in the air like a whisper
your name mentioned 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

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

Yo, the time for everybody
It ain't you can really prepare for

Yo, yo, Mad Duke, rock on and
Curtis Mayfield, rock on and
Grover Washington, rock on and
My Hazel, rock 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