Luyện nghe bài hát When They Gone

it's 1995, a lot of brothers done
a lot of sisters, mothers, them fathers
and aunties, and left to cry
now he's nothin but a memory, he to be a friend of me
he'd never die, but now he's 6 feet deep
with at tombstone, oh my god my gone
and I don't even think I can go on
cause it
to someone you love to this madness
and killing, murder, shoot em up, the of drugs
doctors pumped his chest, my daddy said let him
a team rolled up and put him to his final
hands got cold, God his soul
he walked out his to another fuckin episode
then the window
then they put him in the final
you what happened in the end

I wish I could have seen him before he (talked to him)
but when they gone, when we realized
I I could have seen him before he died (talked to him)
but when they gone, that's we realized
front, back, side to
but who will be the next nigga to in that black ride
front, back, to side
it be you
the next victim to take a ride in that ride

another homicide for the West Coast Times
fools gettin out the game at the fuckin drop of a dime
the games deep, I toss in my sleep
but would a young nigga live to see
killin don't fase me, think I'm crazy
Muslims on every corner, they handing out daisies
scratched off the wall, ain't no final call
used to slang bean pies, now about the white wall
15, already got fiends
and working the ghetto like Jack work some beans
off a high, gold ones on this ride
bitches on the side, but only livin to
that a shame, took him out the game
same fool we use to roll with, out his name
popped him in his chest, wear his vest
some day his kid his first step, he took his last breath

I wish I could have him before he died (talked to him)
but when gone, that's when we realized
I wish I could have seen him he died (talked to him)
but when they gone, that's we realized
front, back, side to
but who will be the next nigga to roll in black ride
front, back, to side
it be you
the next victim to take a ride in that black

who's under the white
somebody the yellow tape
the ghetto him under, today will be a sad day
ain't no to cry, no time to shed some tears
you knoe the way he died, the way he lived
who was his killer, found him on his knees
same room with his and his kid left to breath
hopin this a nightmare
one pop and he's outta
God rest his soul, left his kid in the
stabbed for his life, his daddy took the flight
and at the funeral, mama say boy you know it's be alright
but now gone, ain't nobody to run his home
another stripped from the ghetto throne
lost at the game of life, no time to think twice
the same fool he trusted, and now with his wife
tagged his toe, slapped him in the
another nigga flip-flop, popped while slanging crack rock
now he's gone, Amazing Grace his song
6 ballers carried him out the church, to take his ass
4 lemons, 3 Cutlass, 2 El Doggs, a cop and the
everybody had lights on
and when the straps pops to lower him in the grave
see it was sad the way his fuckin family
his crying, but everybody gots to die
but you wont feel what feel
somebody in your family dies

I wish I could seen him before he died (talked to him)
but when they gone, that's we realized
I wish I have seen him before he died (talked to him)
but when they gone, when we realized
front, back, side to
but who will be the nigga to roll in that black ride
front, back, to side
it be you
the next victim to take a in that black ride
front, back, side to
it be me
the next victim to a ride in that black ride

and know this black on black crime gotta cease
this go out to all my motherfucking soldiers out there
my brother Kevin Miller
Aunt Gordon, Vernell
my D Fuller, Dandon Washington
Dad, Plan-B, Gangsta Earl
ya'll know this shoot-em-up, bang bang got to stop
cause a town get than a motherfucker
all my out here in Richmond
you know what I'm
all my niggas out there in the
Easter Hill, Richmond
in Portchester, P-7
all my motherfuckin dead
gonna be missed
and all my motherfuckin down in New Orleans
Projects
motherfuckin murder rate higher than a
gonna learn till we all motherfuckin gone
gotta say goodbye to all my in Texas, Washington, LA
my out there in Kansas City
Cincinatti, Detroit, Alabama,
and all ya'll motherfuckin niggas that understand
what this shit is all
you gonna reminisce
a fat ass splif
let this motherfuckin roll
al the niggas is missed

I I could have seen them before they died (talked to em)
but when gone, that's when we realize