Luyện nghe bài hát R.I.P. Story

I gotta sing you rap niggas a song I put you to bed
So close your eyes one last time as I put you sleep
Nigga in peace, you don't want no beef,
Don't make me the piece on em, throw up the peace on you
Rest in peace, you don't no beef,
Don't make me pull the on em, throw up the peace on you

As I hit corners in that swervin'
Them doors fly up, like I'm riding in a bird
So sick, put the 22's a inch the curb.
the niggas fade away like the smoke from the herb.
So I hop out, in my religion denim,
Cause my true religion,
And my Desert in 'em.
Then I out;
Like I have did when I was twelve, she had a miscarriage anyway,
Oh well, to my story.
I start up the block
They up block, "Oh shit! It's the cops!"
No is not, (woohoohoohoo)
It's just the ambulance, put clip in and let the hammer dance.

I swear to God, these niggas runnin' so fuckin' that,
One nigga so I shot him in the ass.
"Why you me do that?"
I'm a cool cat, like Kool Herc, Kool G, or any other cool nigga that rap.
But I ain't to talk, I came for revenge; to avenge the death for my hip-hop friends.
I know, I you never meant to get 'em killed, never meant to drive the car,
never handed you the steel
Apologize now. I when you see him you will,
But I got one
"Nigga how does it feel that they're going now, and you're now?"
Put it to his dome, (BLAAAOW!) He is going now, bye.

My Air Force Ones are comfortable, but they not built to
Especially when you chasin' up and down the ave.
Niggas hit a couple fences, ran through backyards,
And I am not Bush, I'm heading back to my car.
As I around the corner, I was like,
"Damn! Los Angeles PD's my Lam - Bo."
my plates, before I can hit the gate,
I can hear the yelling out, "Wait!"
So I turn around, my shit,
He said: "Aren't you the guy used to sing with 50 Cent?"
"Why, yes I am."
was my reply,
"My daughter loves your songs, day."
"Good bye!"