Luyện nghe bài hát God Bless the Dead

Rest in peace to my motherfucker Biggy
right bwoy
It's goin on, right
Thug
God bless the

God bless the dead, and
Don't if you see God first
him shit got worse, I ain't mad
I know you the crew
And I can picture you in heaven with a and a brew
Fuck the world, pain was a of the game
If you a baller, money went as as it came
My role models or they locked in the pen
Straight hustlers, caught up in the
The day, I thought I seen my homeboy Biggy
Sayin' shit don't stop nigga no
We all hoods, and all we had was dreams
Money makin' motherfuckers plot schemes
In the gutter, you to have a criminal mind
I was addicted to tryin, meant to do time
My epitaph, read, was the last of G's
Kicked the shit to make the white man

God bless the (that's right) (that's right)
God the dead (yeah don't stop)
God the dead 
God the dead 

Man, ain't promised me a thang
I been caught up in this
Ever I was a little motherfucker wantin' to hang
I can see 'em in my head, pow
Memories of my nigga but he now
Lookin' back in my yearbook, all the took
my peers, they're stretched for years
And if I die will they all tears?
Two to the dome, leave me alone, let me get my head
got me lookin' in the mirror
Behind me, life without my nine, I'd rather do the
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
They let them white boys free, we be shocked as
In my mind I can see it
And all the time it's a plot to keep a runnin'
I keep a gun and never run unless I'm at ya
Cry later but for now let's the laughter

God bless the (that's right) (that's right)
God the dead 
(God bless the dead) Yeah, in peace to all the motherfuckers that passed too early
All the young motherfuckers that was 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 Hollis Crew, Thug Life,
Sendin' they respect, ya know I mean?
You my for life, forever
always gonna be with a nigga
No what, don't forget that

I before I go to sleep „Dear God"
Say my grace before I start to eat, times is hard
So I'm to my knees, oh why?
Why you had to take my nigga with the
You had to take a good one, a hood son, uzi weighin a ton
Niggas terrified of drama from the gun
Hearin' they did it outta fear don't amaze me
But it's mind blowin' so I'm goin' crazy
Slip for cock the gun but he didn't run a punk
He shoulda had the in the trunk
But spunk is he had, kid, I'd ratha attack Big
Now ya bout to smell the of what the mag did
Wannabe wanna test, I'm tellin' you, yes
The teflon's to rip through your fuckin' vest
Guess who? I'll make a mess of your crew
The spirit Biggy Smallz and the thuggin' clique,

God the dead 
God the dead 
God bless the
God bless the