Luyện nghe bài hát When They Gone

it's 1995, a lot of brothers died
a lot of sisters, mothers, them fathers
and aunties, and grandmoms 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 fuckin I can go on
it hurts
to lose someone you love to this
and killing, murder, shoot em up, the game of
pumped his chest, my daddy said let him rest
a team up and put him to his final test
got cold, God rest his soul
he walked out his body to fuckin episode
then the window
then put him in the final frontier
you know what in the end

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, to side
but who will be the next to roll in that black ride
front, back, to side
it be you
the next to take a ride in that black ride

just another homicide for the Coast Times
gettin took out the game at the fuckin drop of a dime
the games deep, I toss in my sleep
but a young nigga live 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 final
used to slang bean pies, now it's about the white
only 15, got fiends
and working the like Jack Stark work some beans
livin off a high, gold ones on this
bitches on the side, but livin to retire
ain't that a shame, took him out the
same fool we use to roll with, out his name
popped him in his chest, didn't his vest
some day his kid took his first step, he took his last

I wish I could have seen him before he (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 be the next nigga to roll in that black ride
front, back, to side
it be you
the next victim to take a in that black ride

who's the white sheet
somebody the yellow tape
the ghetto took him under, today be a sad day
ain't no to cry, no time to shed some tears
you the way he died, the same way he lived
who was his killer, found him dead on his
same room with his wife and his kid left to
hopin that this a
one pop and outta there
God rest his soul, left his kid in the
stabbed for his life, his daddy took the ghetto
and at the funeral, mama say boy you know gonna be alright
but now he;s gone, nobody to run his home
another kingpin stripped from the throne
lost at the game of life, ain't no to think twice
the fool he trusted, and now sleeps with his wife
his toe, slapped him in the ziplock
another nigga flip-flop, popped while slanging that 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 in the grave
see it was sad the way his fuckin family
his family crying, but gots to die
but you wont feel what feel
until in your family dies

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

and ya'll know this on black crime gotta cease
this go out to all my motherfucking soldiers out there
my little Kevin Miller
Aunt Gordon, Jackson
my homie D Fuller, Dandon
Dad, Plan-B, Gangsta Earl
ya'll this shoot-em-up, bang bang shit got to stop
cause a get hotter than a motherfucker
all my out here in Richmond
you what I'm sayin
all my niggas out in the Mana
Easter Hill, North
in Portchester, P-7
all my dead soldiers
ya'll gonna be
and all my motherfuckin there in New Orleans
Calliope
motherfuckin murder rate higher than a
ya'll gonna learn we all motherfuckin gone
say goodbye 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
what this is all about
you gonna reminisce
smoke a fat ass
let motherfuckin beat roll
cause al the is missed

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