Luyện nghe bài hát Witching Hour

Ahem we are here today to mourn the
Of a punk ass motherfucker who he was the shit.
Turns out he was the a piece of shit.
You see this young hooligan wasn't to die
So he put his life on the line to respect in his neighborhood.
Well the only respect he now
Is from the and worms that are snacking on his dead ass.

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Life is over, death
has come for witching hour

Time for your family to up in black
Time for your coffin to ride in the
Time for your enemies to laugh at death
Time for the vultures to pick at left
Time for your homeboy to a new clique
for your girlfriend to suck a new dick
Time for your to fight over your car
for the world to forget who the fuck you are

(120 40 and falling fast, I can't get any vitals, I'm losing him, shit!)

Close your eyes, hold your breath, release the
let it out there's nothing left 'cause facing death
If you see God, send my if He's up there
And tell that man how you spent life here
Bust around the street, smoke from the heat
And you're feeling weak, 'cause the got you going to sleep
It's getting deep, know peeps? They gon' fuck your freak
In between the sheets in they face they drop the leak
You hear the sirens, think who was firing
See your partner blurry from the of the iron
Holding on to faith, want to survive to
Here comes the Reaper, it's Grim Reaper at door awaits
Can you feel it? on your inner spirit,
Got you screaming out for Dearest
You to live, keep on twitching, bluff spitting
Time ticking the hour for the witching

(Quit like a bitch, and die like a man, motherfucker!)

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Time for you to lay dead while everybody
Time for the Reverend to front he cares
Time for body to rot in your tomb
Time for sister to finally get your room
for your picture to fade on the wall
Time for your crew to out at the mall
for your boys to beat hoes and kick bass
While you sit in the dark, with maggots crawling on face

(Put 50 more cc's in that IV and start CPR, I'm not getting anything)

Bitches are backstabbers, or inner friend bank grabbers
Reaching out just to get
Thoughts of your wife and your phat ride
She's in the back seat, catching it the backside
You you had some rum, feeling numb
Where the noise at? Losing it, where my at?
seeing caskets, your son a soon to be bastard
'cause you slipped and got
Your ?? lies in your times,
Ambulance 59 minutes later, now you're on a
Get on this shit, losing consciousness
Man flashing, in your phat crashing
Unhappy family and it's costing black
Beer on the concrete, bones in your
That's all you get, a lost soul on the
Times up, clock ticked, hour to be

(Looking at my Gucci, about that time, motherfucker)

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Time to sit and cry the fact that you're gone
Time to say fuck it, is on
Time for your people to clean out place
Time for you love to go through your tin
Time for your to feel a little stress
for you step-dad to give a fuck less
Time for the world to keep spinning
with you dead in the ground, motherfucker!

Time for your to dress up in black
for your coffin to ride in the back
Time for your to laugh at your death
Time for the vultures to pick at what's
for your homeboy to find a new clique
Time for your to suck a new dick
Time for your brothers to over your car
Time for the world to forget who the you are