Luyện nghe bài hát God Bless the Dead

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

God bless the dead, and
worry 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 models gone or they locked in the pen
Straight hustlers, caught up in the
The other day, I thought I my homeboy Biggy
shit don't stop nigga no pity
We all hoods, and all we ever had was
Money makin' motherfuckers plot schemes
In the gutter, you learn to a criminal mind
I was addicted to tryin, meant to do time
My epitaph, will read, was the of G's
Kicked the shit to the white man bleed

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

Man, ain't nobody promised me a
I been caught up in game
Ever since I was a little 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 years
Half my peers, they're stretched for
And if I die will all shed tears?
Two to the dome, leave me alone, let me get my clear
Paranoid got me lookin' in the
Behind me, life 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 hell am I locked in
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 a nigga runnin'
I a gun and never run unless I'm comin' at ya
Cry later but for now enjoy the laughter

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

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

I pray I go to sleep „Dear God"
Say my grace before I to eat, 'cause times is hard
So I'm to my knees, oh why?
Why you had to take my with the rock-a-bye?
You had to a good one, a ghetto hood son, uzi weighin a ton
Niggas terrified of drama the young gun
Hearin' that they did it outta fear amaze me
But mind blowin' so I'm flowin' goin' crazy
Slip for cock the gun but he run like a punk
He shoulda had the in the trunk
But is what he had, kid, I'd ratha attack Big
Now ya bout to smell the aftermath of the mag did
Wannabe suckers wanna test, I'm you, yes
The bout to rip through your fuckin' vest
Guess who? make a mess of your crew quick
The Biggy Smallz and the thuggin' clique, yeah

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