Luyện nghe bài hát Dead The Funeral

'For leaf big blowgun, fag bitch, doj' an'
Peach chrome, Rover, Zeke home so bend over
He looked at me and said "Killa I'll be your pitcher, the bing was rough"
I said nigga I did the bid ya
Capiche, not Mona Lisa it's the big
Six scriptures, six blickers, grip triggers, niggaz
The Big Dipper, liquor, big liver
Now that you home watch the differ, I dig nigga
Soon as a whisper, believe we jiggin' Jigga
He Elton Brand in a barber chair, he'll get the
I care who you are, the point, don't be stupid pa
We with guns, shooting stars
remove ya bras, a few of ours in through-in cars
Spray 21, Blackjack, I ya cards
Kid roll, Peter Rowe Kennedy
Friends with me at the graveyard, from old enemies
Some bitched, some snitched, some us dough
Piss on the tombstone, on it, "Told you so"
my portfolio, I was poor then rose to dough
KNow what I'm about in a I score, overflow
I'm the waterboy, wet for water call
The is nice, TLC, some waterfalls
snort it all, this fact I report to y'all
Go inside, extort them all, from short to you oughta ball
And where the live and all my friends all to win
This the second time around, that shit you again
Damn yo' lady fine, you on yo' baby grind
Me I'm 86, highest temp,
we shine, fine, don't pay me mind
My watches are retarded, you can 'em crazy times
Mines are than brothers
We gon' rock til the Range, Benz, and clutter
Garage, assorted
Yeah Crayola box, for that, doc
I'll lay you over a stroller with the strangest ock
Is it over not, huh, we to you
We the wake up, striaght up and dead the funeral

Ay yo hold the up
I said we gon' shoot the up and dead the fu--
You dead already we gon' dead the
Matter fact son, bring shit back up, fuck it

And you Rell, I do worst than foul
murdered Roberta, lawyer murdered murder trials
We deserve to style, walk on tile
On the island with millions, to Al
I get in layers, not the Daily News
But when I flip, I the papers, hate the mayor
I'm a gangsta, I fuck ma, go date a
Man these are fish market, straight fillet ya
Went to war with Kromo, Pataki
Then Guilliani, then I to North Cackalacky
What you tell a mobster, cake was hella proper
No Pablo when I saw them helicopters
the letter niggaz, trinckets from the ghetto bird
Her word I gave the whole ghetto birds
Man your case go find it, a new assignment
That ain't giving out, first of all that's for silent
to play
You got no gunwounds, time, felonies, real shit on your resume
I get you yay, not tomorrow, yesterday
If they ask, never say, and we never play, ay