Luyện nghe bài hát Witching Hour

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

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Life is over, death
Time has for witching hour

Time for your family to up in black
Time for your to ride in the back
Time for your enemies to at your death
Time for the to pick at what's left
Time for your homeboy to find a new
Time for your girlfriend to suck a new
Time for your to fight over your car
Time for the world to who the fuck you are

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

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

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

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

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

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

(Looking at my Gucci, it's that time, motherfucker)

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Time to sit and cry about the fact 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
Time for you step-dad to give a fuck
Time for the world to spinning around
Even you dead in the ground, motherfucker!

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