Luyện nghe bài hát Witching Hour

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

x]
Life is over, death
Time has come for hour

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

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

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

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

x4]

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

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

Bitches are backstabbers, or your friend bank grabbers
out just to get fatter
Thoughts of your soon-to-be wife and your ride
She's in the back seat, catching it the backside
You wish you had some rum, feeling
Where the noise at? it, where my boys at?
Hallucinate caskets, your son a soon to be bastard
'cause you slipped and got
Your ?? lies in your times,
59 minutes later, now you're on a respirator
Get on this shit, losing consciousness
Man flashing, in your ride crashing
family and it's costing black roses
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, it's that time, motherfucker)

x4]

Time to sit and cry about the that you're gone
to say fuck it, Nitro is on
Time for your to clean out your place
Time for you to go through your tin case
Time for your to feel a little stress
Time for you step-dad to give a fuck
Time for the world to keep around
Even with you in the ground, motherfucker!

Time for your family to dress up in
Time for your coffin to ride in the
Time for your enemies to laugh at your
Time for the vultures to at what's left
for your homeboy to find a new clique
Time for your girlfriend to a new dick
Time for your brothers to fight over car
Time for the world to forget who the you are