Luyện nghe bài hát Witching Hour

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

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Life is over, devour
Time has come for hour

for your family to dress up in black
Time for your to ride in the back
for your enemies to laugh at your death
Time for the vultures to pick at left
Time for homeboy to find a new clique
Time for your girlfriend to a new dick
Time for your brothers to over your car
Time for the world to who the fuck you are

(120 over 40 and 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 blessings if up there
And tell that man how you spent life here
Bust around the street, smoke from the heat
And you're weak, 'cause the lead got you going to sleep
It's getting deep, know your peeps? They gon' your freak
In between the sheets in they they drop the leaky leak
You hear the sirens, think who was firing
See your partner blurry from the of the iron
Holding on to faith, want to to retaliate
Here comes the Reaper, it's Grim Reaper at your door
Can you it? Pumping on your inner spirit,
Got you screaming out for Dearest
You want to live, keep on twitching, spitting
Time it's the hour for the witching

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

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Time for you to lay while everybody stares
Time for the Reverend to like he cares
Time for your body to rot in your
Time for your sister to finally get your
Time for your picture to on the wall
Time for your crew to hang out at the
Time for your boys to hoes and kick bass
While you sit in the dark, with crawling on your face

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

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

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

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Time to sit and cry about the fact that gone
Time to say it, Nitro is on
Time for your people to clean out place
Time for you love to go your tin case
Time for your father to feel a little
Time for you step-dad to give a less
for the world to keep spinning around
Even you dead in the ground, motherfucker!

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