Luyện nghe bài hát R.I.P.

(Verse 1)
I was 16, when the on the phone rings
It's my homie from church, an ex fiend
A little older, his heart on his shoulder
A hiphop head so we connected on the
Back then I'd kick verses and be on the scrotum
I wish he were around to hear these verses I wrote him
Just to clear the air, confusion and
A good kid with clouds following his motions
Like "hear ye hear ye" but they hear me
The headline I've read for the tenth time, its
"three dead, including Sunday teacher
An ex dope fiend, turned extroverted leader"
Is this real? my hairs raised
I'm drowning in while shivers swim subtly
I read on "an affair ends tragic
Teachers pleads for life down the of a magnum
Then point blank shot dead with his lover
Before the husband took his own life from him"
My eyes turned red, welled up a gaze
From hurt, fear, and let in lots of ways
God! Why would you allow this if you
When evil within, why did my homie disobey?
We got one life, is it ok to be
At least we got that option stomping this maze
Its ok to be afraid, many don't that option, that's
So we mourn

(Chorus)
Here one day, then gone away, things will never be the

(Verse 2)
I remember her soft skin and her
The mistakes that I made and her grace I confessed
Like politics me and her it was
But all the stains would wash away, each time our minds
We had history, old school like a
Together we opened doors, explored, she knew me
I us forever, ever, ever
But now I wish I met her
Why won't this feeling
I forget her staring at our empty bed
The silence is screaming at me, so I stay awake
And in the sheets, there's for extra legs
On my no SMS, missed calls, or messages
From tying the , to farewell goodbyes and
My stomach up in knots like Bear Grylls tied them
The start and end, it full sphere
From the cradle to the grave, I wish you here..

(Chorus)

(Outro)
been a little while since I seen your face, getting kinda hard to move on
But the is motivation, though its frustrating you don't know what you have until it's gone...