Luyện nghe bài hát Teardrops and Closed Caskets

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

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

But lil' Trigga was heartbroken, he had to get his
Seein' visions of smokin' and niggaz catchin' vapors
Got his man from around the corner, we'll 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 with they glocks spittin'
They call the squad, blocks with they guns blowin'
gonna die tonight

Still no one's knowin', so they goin'
dealers comin' out they cars, will they survive?
Two semi automatic nines, them died
Plus nobody in the hood cries, it's like celebrate
To death and wish they die, so peep the lesson
But wait a minute to Precious
She's snortin' dope in the backseat of Trigg's
and closed caskets

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

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

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

Hand in hand, couldn't
How his baby's mama could
With another man and his best
Now jealousy's dangerous, and if you don't me
Then the way that this story ends, and maybe you'll see
There ain't no heroes or villains, ain't no in killin'
the smoke from the cap, peelin' a man with no feelings
Teardrops and caskets

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

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

All the while look at Precious
Too dumb to see what's down, too doped up to ask questions
to be comrades, but now we blast on sight
What could be so
God, will we last
From to felonies, small time to sellin' ki's
I can't the shit they tellin' me
They open fire, three bodies drop, so the cops
Precious, Mo and Trigg
Teardrops and caskets

Will I forever be
(Aiy QBIII in motherfucker)
(Teardrops and caskets)
(We dedicate this to all the fallen comrades, right)
(All the homies that didn't make it to see day)
(Rest in peace)
Will I be alone?
(Ya knahmean? I know it's out there)
(With teardrops and caskets)

(It's that's all we got to look forward to these days)
(Murders, dyin', funerals)
I forever be alone?
(Shit, like 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 be alone?
('Cause I know all these mothers is tired of seein' the thing)
(Rest in peace)
(Teardrops and caskets)

(I send out to M'thulu 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 live in the motherfuckin' heart)
Will I forever be
(In a niggaz heart 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