Luyện nghe bài hát Teardrops and Closed Caskets

Word it's like all we got
and closed caskets
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 on a mission, adolescents, penitentiary bound
Now introducin' young
Since birth, set on gettin' bigger
Just wild ass nigga
But he was fiendin' for Precious,
But Precious was a ghetto
Couldn't be no sex that gold Lexus

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

Still no one's knowin', so they kept
Catchin' comin' out they cars, will they survive?
Two semi automatic nines, them niggaz
Plus nobody in the hood cries, it's like they
To death and they could 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 forever be
(Teardrops and caskets)

Don't let these ghetto get you, Precious
Was the victim, a dime to a nickel
Hopin' God's blessings stick ya
Picture the neighborhood kingpin, gettin' bigger
Familiar face, but a man now, 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

Never his truest homeboy would fall in love
Here's where it ya
Now is pregnant, lil' Trigga is happy
He wants to marry her now, not he ain't the daddy
But precious was lonely while lil' was makin' dough
She's slippin' in secret places and gettin' Lil' Mo
The buzzin', now people are talkin'
Lil' Trigga's pictures of the both of 'em walkin'

Hand in hand, couldn't
How his mama could disappear
With another man and his friend
Now dangerous, and if you don't believe me
Then watch the way that this story ends, and you'll see
ain't no heroes or villains, ain't no pleasure in killin'
Just the smoke from the cap, peelin' a man with no
Teardrops and closed

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

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

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

Will I be alone?
(Aiy in this motherfucker)
(Teardrops and caskets)
(We dedicate this to all the comrades, that's right)
(All the homies that didn't make it to see day)
(Rest in peace)
Will I be alone?
(Ya I know it's hard 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, it's like I ain't gonna wear suit, homey
I ran out of tears)
(We have to do somethin y'all)
(We gon' to do somethin')
Will I be alone?
('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 forever be
(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 be alone?
(In a thug niggaz forever)
(That's right)
(Rest in nigga)

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