Luyện nghe bài hát See Ya when I Get There

For all them young that didn't quite make it
This to another year
the pain, I remember

To all my thugs in the
This one is for my and my thug niggas
A bunch of used to be drug dealers
A 'bout it motherfucker standing on the

Ain't no limit to his heart, his veins is non-stop
And constantly a nigga catching cases
them death situations
A nigga blast no hesitation

I wanna know where my daddy at
My only memory is a picture with a gat
I wanna do, like them do
I wanna gangster walk, I caught a now I'm in some chalk

another young nigga in a song
Mama always me gangster's don't live long
I'm dead can you still see me
Do you want to be me

I'm just Bossaline
I represent all niggas trying to get paid
But be saved
Huh, now what I'm talking about

To all my in the grave
I see ya I get there
I see ya when I get

To all my thugs in the
I see ya I get there
I see ya when I get

To all my in the grave
I see ya I get there
I see ya I get there

To all my in the grave
I see ya when I get
I see ya I get there

To all my thugs in the

nigga till I deduct
Them things die nigga for fuck, fly, fly
Since you absent I'ma tilt the
Hit the weed and get high for my

My partner my nigga, my in my trigger
From the shit I remember you was a down ass nigga
I'm mad I shit you could have showed me
Shit still ain't the even though my mama told me

I keep your memories in my
Thank you for my daddy, thank you for what you left us
I to protect, and the only way to carry on, is carry on
My nigga little Mike, my G-Slim, and my cousin Larry gone

I ain't trying to God, but why so young
That's why from daylight to night I got my gun
This thing we call life ain't nothing but a phase
why you better keep your faith or you're that thug in the grave

To all my thugs in the
I see ya I get there
I see ya when I get

To all my thugs in the
I see ya I get there
I see ya I get there

To all my thugs in the
I see ya I get there
I see ya I get there

To all my thugs in the
I see ya I get there
I see ya when I get

To all my in the grave

Rest in peace creased
the east side of Long Beach
Pouring out liquor, thinking about my
'Cause I understand how it went down

We used to from town to town
dogg pound
Took you on Lollapalooza a nigga
L-Dog you my nigga if you don't get no

Spanky Loco from the the dub and Little Man the I
God why them good niggas have to die
I reminisce too long 'cause I'm in a war zone
If I sleep, slip, trip I get blasted on

So I'm gone mash on
But on the way I see of my enemies
And they on me
I fuck with Master P but I'm heated, so beat it

And 87 case, I really don't need it
Proceeded, I ain't gone cry for the
Shit we celebrate
'Cause we now the homeboy is in a safer and better

To all my in the grave
I see ya I get there
I see ya when I get

To all my in the grave
I see ya I get there
I see ya when I get

To all my thugs in the
I see ya I get there
I see ya I get there