Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Homiez

Up early in the mornin', in black
Don't aks why 'cause I'm down in a and tie
They a homie that I went to school with
I tell ya life ain't shit to fool

I still hear the of his mother
my nigga laid dead in the gutter
And it's to my temple
Why is the only time black folks get to ride in a limo?

It makes me so mad I to get my sawed in
And have some hauled in
But no, I pay my and I'm through
Hug my crew and maybe a tear or two

Then I wanna get
Grab my 40 ounce and I reminisce
About a who had to be the one and only
So I dedicate this to my dead

Another homie got on a shakedown
And his mother is at the funeral, havin' a breakdown
Two shots hit him in the face they blasted
A framed picture and a casket

A file line about 50 cars long
All drivin' slow with lights on
He got a lot of flowers and a big
What good is that when you're six deep?

I look at that shit and think to myself
And God for my health
nobody really ever know
When it's gonna be family on the front row

So I everythin' slow, go with the flow
And my motherfuckin' mouth if I don't know
that's what pops told me
But I wish he could have it to my dead homiez

I we painted our names on the wall for fun
Now it's rest in after every one
Except me, but I ain't the one to
like I'm viewin' a body every other month

Plus, I knew him he was yea big
Pour on the curb before I take a swig
But somethin' right
When it's a tragedy that's the only that the family's tight

Lovin' other in a carin' mood
There's lots of and lots of food
They say be strong and you're
But how can you be when you see your pop's cryin'

So that's why Ice dressed up
Because the is so fuckin' messed up
And so phony
Take a time to think about your dead homiez