Luyện nghe bài hát When They Gone

it's 1995, a lot of done died
a lot of sisters, them mothers, fathers
and aunties, and grandmoms to cry
now nothin but a memory, he used to be a friend of me
said he'd never die, but now 6 feet deep
at tombstone, oh my god my brothers gone
and I even fuckin think I can go on
it hurts
to lose someone you love to this
and killing, murder, shoot em up, the of drugs
doctors pumped his chest, my said let him rest
a team rolled up and put him to his final
hands got cold, God rest his
he walked out his body to another episode
then the window
then they put him in the frontier
you what happened in the end

I wish I could seen him before he died (talked to him)
but when they gone, that's when we
I I could have seen him before he died (talked to him)
but when gone, that's when we realized
front, back, side to
but who will be the next nigga to roll in that black
front, back, to side
it be you
the next victim to take a in that 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 young nigga to see two-three
don't fase me, fools think I'm crazy
Muslims on every corner, they out black daisies
name scratched off the wall, ain't no call
used to slang bean pies, now it's about the white
only 15, got fiends
and working the like Jack Stark work some beans
off a high, gold ones on this ride
bitches on the side, but only to retire
that a shame, took him out the game
same we use to roll with, yelled out his name
him in his chest, didn't wear his vest
some day his kid took his first step, he took his breath

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

who's the white sheet
bring the yellow tape
the ghetto took him under, will be a sad day
ain't no time to cry, no time to shed tears
you knoe the way he died, the way he lived
who was his killer, found him dead on his
same room his wife and his kid left to breath
hopin that this a
one pop and he's outta
God rest his soul, his kid in the wheelchair
stabbed for his life, his daddy took the flight
and at the funeral, mama say boy you know it's gonna be
but now gone, ain't nobody to run his home
another kingpin from the ghetto throne
lost at the game of life, ain't no time to think
the same fool he trusted, and now sleeps his wife
tagged his toe, him in the ziplock
another nigga flip-flop, popped 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
had their lights on
and when the straps pops to him down in the grave
see it was sad the way his family misbehave
his family crying, but gots to die
but you wont feel what feel
until somebody in your family

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

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

I wish I could have seen them before they (talked to em)
but when they gone, when we realize