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 took a week to go down, you and see how crazy it sounds
The whole town's on a mission, adolescents, bound
Now introducin' young
Since birth, set on gettin' bigger
Just another ass nigga
But he was for Precious, what?
But Precious was a ghetto
Couldn't be no sex that gold Lexus

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

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

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

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

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

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

Will I be alone?
(Teardrops and caskets)
(Bury you and look ahead)
(A man no feelings)
(Teardrops and caskets)
Will I forever be
(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 How many will 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, is already laid down
The results is the with different names and it turns out
Y'all know how it is, same old in the same old town
Lil' Trigg got his wide open on this one trick, now he's played out
Think it's Lil' Mo, was plottin' plans on gettin'
Precious was his way to put his hands on Trigga

All the while let's at Precious
Too dumb to see what's goin' down, too doped up to ask
Used to be comrades, but now we on sight
could be so bad?
God, will we 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
and closed caskets

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

(It's like that's all we got to look to these days)
(Murders, dyin', funerals)
Will I be alone?
(Shit, it's like I ain't gonna wear suit, homey
I ran out of tears)
(We gon' to do somethin y'all)
(We have to do somethin')
I forever be alone?
('Cause I know all these is tired of seein' 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 your families)
(May you live in the motherfuckin' heart)
Will I forever be
(In a thug heart forever)
(That's right)
(Rest in nigga)

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