Luyện nghe bài hát Teardrops and Closed Caskets

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

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

But lil' was heartbroken, he had to get his papers
visions of people smokin' 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 the plot thickens
They got a plot to make a profit with glocks spittin'
They the squad, hittin' blocks with they guns blowin'
gonna die tonight

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

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

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

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

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

I forever be alone?
(Teardrops and caskets)
(Bury you dead and 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 these
How many people will die? How many live to tell?
Although best friends before, Trigga and Mo
They in an all out war, a fiend they ain't know
Behind the curtains, their privacy, lust is already laid
The results is the same with names and it turns 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
it's Lil' Mo, was plottin' plans on gettin' bigger
Precious was his way to put his on Lil' Trigga

All the while let's look at
Too dumb to see what's 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 tellin' me
They open fire, three drop, so call the cops
Precious, Mo and Trigg
Teardrops and closed

Will I be alone?
(Aiy in this motherfucker)
(Teardrops and caskets)
(We this to all the fallen comrades, that's right)
(All the homies that didn't make it to see day)
(Rest in peace)
I forever 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)
Will I forever be
(Shit, it's like I gonna wear another suit, homey
I ran out of tears)
(We have to do somethin y'all)
(We have to do somethin')
I forever be alone?
('Cause I know all these mothers is tired of the same 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, in peace nigga)
(All the homies fell, all the homies)
(May God bless families)
(May you always in the motherfuckin' heart)
Will I forever be
(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