Luyện nghe bài hát Teardrops and Closed Caskets

Word it's all we got left
Teardrops and caskets
it up fool, hey nigga
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 young Trigga
Since birth, set on gettin' bigger
Just another wild ass
But he was for Precious, what?
But Precious was a ghetto
Couldn't be no sex without that Lexus

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

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

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

let these ghetto streets get you, Precious
Was the victim, from a to a nickel
Hopin' blessings stick with ya
Picture the neighborhood kingpin, who's bigger
Familiar face, but a man now, lil' Trigga
Now Lil' Mo was a to the fullest
Down for his homies, always the 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 knowin' he the daddy
But was lonely while lil' Trigga was makin' dough
She's slippin' in secret and gettin' with 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
With man and his best friend
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 pleasure in
the smoke from the cap, peelin' a man with no feelings
Teardrops and 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 tales
How many people will die? How many live to tell?
best friends before, Lil' Trigga and Mo
They in an all out war, over a fiend they know
Behind the curtains, their privacy, lust is already down
The results is the same different 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 one trick, now he's played out
Think it's Lil' Mo, was plottin' plans on bigger
Precious was his way to put his on Lil' Trigga

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

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

(It's like that's all we got to forward 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' have to do y'all)
(We gon' to do somethin')
Will I be alone?
('Cause I all these 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, in peace nigga)
(All the homies fell, all the homies)
(May God bless families)
(May you always live in the heart)
Will I be alone?
(In a niggaz heart forever)
(That's right)
(Rest in nigga)

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