Luyện nghe bài hát Teardrops And Closed Caskets

Word it's like all we got
Teardrops and closed
Throw it up fool, hey
Tell me how you homie

It a week to go down, you recollect and see how crazy it sounds
The whole town's on a mission, adolescents, bound
Now introducin' Trigga
birth, eyes set on gettin' bigger
Just wild ass nigga
But he was for Precious, what?
But Precious was a girl
Couldn't be no sex without gold Lexus

But Trigga was heartbroken, he had to get his papers
Seein' visions of people and niggaz catchin' vapors
Got his man from around the corner, call him 'Lil Mo
in so many reform schools, they had to let him go
Here's where the plot
They got a plot to make a profit with they spittin'
They the squad, hittin' blocks with they guns blowin'
gonna die tonight

Still no one's knowin', so kept goin'
Catchin' dealers comin' out they cars, they survive?
Two semi nines, them niggaz died
Plus nobody in the hood cries, like they celebrate
To death and wish they could die, so peep the
But a minute back to Precious
She's dope in the backseat of Trigg's Lexus
Teardrops and closed

Will I forever be
(Teardrops and caskets)
(Teardrops and caskets)
Will I be alone?
(Teardrops and caskets)

Don't let ghetto streets get you, Precious
Was the victim, a dime to a nickel
Hopin' blessings stick with ya
Picture the neighborhood kingpin, who's bigger
face, but a man now, it's lil' Trigga
Now Lil' Mo was a soldier to the
Down for his homies, the first to spit bullets
All he was to be a thug

pictured his truest homeboy would fall in love
Here's where it ya
Now is pregnant, lil' Trigga is happy
He to marry her now, not knowin' he ain't the daddy
But precious was while lil' Trigga was makin' dough
She's slippin' in places and gettin' with Lil' Mo
The buzzin', now people are talkin'
Trigga's gettin' pictures of the both of 'em walkin'

Hand in hand, couldn't
How his baby's mama disappear
another man and his best friend
Now jealousy's dangerous, and if you believe me
watch the way that this story ends, and maybe you'll see
There no heroes or villains, ain't no pleasure in killin'
Just the from the cap, peelin' a man with no feelings
and closed caskets

Will I forever be
(Teardrops and caskets)
(Bury you and look ahead)
(A man no feelings)
(Teardrops and caskets)
I forever be alone?
(Teardrops and caskets)
(That's all we got left, all)

Now with the problems of poverty, and the tricks to tales
How people will die? How many will live to tell?
Although best before, Lil' Trigga and Mo
They in an all out war, a fiend they ain't know
Behind the curtains, their privacy, lust is laid down
The results is the same with different names and it out
Y'all know how it is, same old thing in the old town
Lil' Trigg got his nose open on this one trick, now he's played out
Think it's Lil' Mo, was plans on gettin' bigger
Precious was his way to put his on Lil' Trigga

All the while let's look at
Too to see what's goin' down, too doped up to ask questions
Used to be comrades, but now we on sight
could be so bad?
God, we last tonight?
From to felonies, small time to sellin' ki's
I can't believe the shit they me
They open fire, three drop, so call the cops
Precious, Lil' Mo and
Teardrops and caskets

I forever be alone?
(Aiy QBIII in motherfucker)
(Teardrops and caskets)
(We this to all the fallen comrades, that's right)
(All the homies that make it to see this day)
(Rest in peace)
I forever be alone?
(Ya knahmean? I know hard out there)
(With and closed caskets)

(It's like that's all we got to look to these days)
(Murders, dyin', funerals)
Will I forever be
(Shit, it's I ain't gonna wear another suit, homey
I ran out of tears)
(We gon' to do somethin y'all)
(We have to do somethin')
Will I forever be
('Cause I know all mothers is tired of seein' the same thing)
(Rest in peace)
(Teardrops and caskets)

(I send this out to Geronimo)
(And to, all the comrades, all the soldiers)
Will I be alone?
(To the homie Boonie, rest in nigga)
(All the homies fell, all the homies)
(May God your families)
(May you always in the motherfuckin' heart)
Will I be alone?
(In a thug niggaz forever)
(That's right)
(Rest in nigga)

May enemies be deceased, dead on the streets
We can't have 'til the niggaz get a piece