Luyện nghe bài hát Holy Holy

[Intro: Vic
Cam, whattup
in peace Killa Cam

[Verse 1: Vic
I smokin' that can't you tell, I'm high as hell
my pain, but I hide it well, die for thinkin' like Galileo
Posted with my homies, rollin' OZs
Hope this stogie that we smoking help me fake forget I'm
Lonely Massachusetts, on the no roadies
Wrote this song inside my notebook, this tunchi think of Tony
He was 20, took one in the tummy
Caught a bullet to the by the hand of his own homie
Holy holy holy
Holy holy holy
Holy holy holy
Holy Jesus holy

[Hook: Vic
Who can see the future? We may know it
Sweets and kama sutra, swisher swisher you blow it?
Who can see the future? We may know it
Sweets and kama sutra, swisher swisher would you it?
If the ends tomorrow
If the ends tomorrow, would you smoke with me?
If the world ends
If the world ends tomorrow, would you with me?

[Verse 2: Vic
Call your grandma, go light this L, go bro bail
Hate to spend your night in jail, make a plan and try to make amends
Or take a stand and tell how you feel
Sentimental recollection, revelation, resurrection, God,
What would people think if I died?
I wonder sometimes if music I
would keep me alive
But what if my tape never or my album had flopped
Or I stopped at a red light and a ran into my ride
What would my column be?
How would they color me in the media? Wikipedia me
Would you my failures or mail your family apologies?
Like, sorry for your loss, like they the one lost
Well I'm watchin' from the side a six man
Feelin' Marlon Wayans but without the white chicks man
I when they killed Killa Cam on Stoney
Got it on my wrist in memory of my big homie

[Verse 3:
See these the type of make me think about Alori
It kills me inside we can't her side of the story
I kept my Metro PCS with all of our text
As that I was thinking holy matrimony
Holy was I incorrect, chain smokin' cigarettes
My tee is wrinkled but the irony is I'm so depressed
Ain't no over this, I just lost my everything
Meanin' that even me now is inhumane
She live through me I die, this what love sound like
I'm her baby boy, she my rib I'm by her side
God, lend my my for a day or so
I'd pack up all my sins and L I blow and let 'em go

[Outro: Vic x3
Make your bed, play for dead, kill your
down, get drunk, have a party
Fall in love you
Wonder if you still me
Or would you just fade