Luyện nghe bài hát When They Gone

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

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

just another for the West Coast Times
fools gettin took out the at the fuckin drop of a dime
the gettin deep, I toss in my sleep
but would a nigga live to see two-three
killin fase me, fools 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 it's the white wall
only 15, already got
and working the ghetto like Jack work some beans
livin off a high, gold ones on this
bitches on the side, but only livin to
ain't that a shame, him out the game
same fool we use to roll with, yelled out his
popped him in his chest, wear his vest
some day his kid took his first step, he his last breath

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

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

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

and ya'll know this black on black gotta cease
this go out to all my motherfucking dead soldiers out
my little Kevin Miller
Aunt Gordon, Vernell
my homie D Fuller, Dandon
Dad, Plan-B, Gangsta Earl
ya'll know this shoot-em-up, bang shit got to stop
cause a town get hotter a motherfucker
all my homies out here in
you know what I'm
all my niggas out in the Mana
Easter Hill, North
in Portchester, P-7
all my motherfuckin dead
gonna be missed
and all my motherfuckin down in New Orleans
Calliope
murder rate higher than a motherfucker
ya'll gonna learn till we all motherfuckin
say goodbye to all my niggas in Texas, Washington, LA
my niggas out there in Kansas
Cincinatti, Detroit, Alabama,
and all ya'll motherfuckin niggas that don't
this shit is all about
you gonna reminisce
a fat ass splif
let this motherfuckin roll
al the niggas is missed

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