Luyện nghe bài hát God Bless the Dead

Rest in to my motherfucker Biggy Smallz
That's bwoy
It's goin on, right
Life
God the dead

God bless the dead, and
Don't if you see God first
Tell him shit got worse, I mad
I know you representin' the
And I can you in heaven with a blunt and a brew
Fuck the world, pain was a part of the
If you a baller, money as quick as it came
My role models or they locked in the pen
Straight hustlers, up in the whirlwind
The day, I thought I seen my homeboy Biggy
Sayin' shit don't nigga no pity
We all hoods, and all we had was dreams
Money makin' motherfuckers plot scandalous
In the gutter, you learn to have a mind
I was addicted to tryin, never meant to do
My epitaph, will read, was the of G's
Kicked the shit to the white man bleed

God bless the (that's right) (that's right)
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Man, nobody promised me a thang
I been up in this game
Ever since I was a little motherfucker wantin' to
I can see 'em in my head, pow
Memories of my nigga but he now
Lookin' in my yearbook, all the years took
my peers, they're stretched for years
And if I die will they all shed
Two to the dome, leave me alone, let me get my clear
Paranoid got me lookin' in the
me, life without my nine, I'd rather do the time
See I'm old to know that ain't no justice
And all the courts, same way fucked us
And why the am I locked in jail
let them white boys free, we be shocked as hell
In my mind I can see it
And all the time a plot to keep a nigga runnin'
I keep a gun and never run unless I'm at ya
Cry later but for now enjoy the laughter

God bless the (that's right) (that's right)
God the dead 
(God bless the dead) Yeah, rest in peace to all the motherfuckers that too early
All the young that was took in they prime (God bless the dead)
Real motherfuckin G's, this one is for you, yo Stretch,

Yo Big, this is to you my
Springfield Crew, Thug Life, YG'z
Sendin' respect, ya know what I mean?
You my nigga for life,
You're always gonna be with a
No what, don't forget that

I pray before I go to sleep God"
Say my grace before I start to eat, times is hard
So I'm droppin to my knees, oh
Why you had to my nigga with the rock-a-bye?
You had to take a good one, a hood son, uzi weighin a ton
terrified of drama from the young gun
Hearin' that they did it fear don't amaze me
But it's mind blowin' so I'm flowin' crazy
Slip for the gun but he didn't run like a punk
He shoulda had the gauge in the
But spunk is he had, kid, I'd ratha attack Big
Now ya bout to the aftermath of what the mag did
suckers wanna test, I'm tellin' you, yes
The bout to rip through your fuckin' vest
who? I'll make a mess of your crew quick
The spirit Biggy and the thuggin' clique, yeah

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