Luyện nghe bài hát Teardrops And Closed Caskets

Word it's like all we got
and closed caskets
Throw it up fool, hey
Tell me how you feel

It a week to go down, you recollect and see how crazy it sounds
The whole town's on a mission, adolescents, penitentiary
Now introducin' young
Since birth, eyes set on gettin'
Just another wild ass
But he was for Precious, what?
But was a ghetto girl
Couldn't be no sex without that gold

But Trigga was heartbroken, he had to get his papers
Seein' visions of people smokin' and niggaz catchin'
Got his man from around the corner, we'll call him Mo
Been in so many schools, they had to let him go
Here's where the plot
They got a plot to make a profit with they glocks
They call the squad, hittin' with they guns blowin'
Somebody's die tonight

Still no one's knowin', so kept goin'
Catchin' comin' out they cars, will they survive?
Two semi nines, them niggaz died
Plus nobody in the hood cries, it's like celebrate
To death and wish they could die, so peep the
But wait a back to Precious
snortin' dope in the backseat of Trigg's Lexus
Teardrops and caskets

Will I forever be
(Teardrops and caskets)
(Teardrops and caskets)
I forever be alone?
(Teardrops and caskets)

let these ghetto streets get you, Precious
Was the victim, a dime to a nickel
God's blessings stick with ya
Picture the kingpin, who's gettin' bigger
Familiar face, but a man now, lil' Trigga
Now Mo was a soldier to the fullest
Down for his homies, always the first to spit
All he was to be a thug

Never pictured his truest homeboy would fall in
Here's it gets ya
Now Precious is pregnant, lil' is happy
He wants to marry her now, not knowin' he the daddy
But precious was lonely while lil' Trigga was dough
slippin' in secret places and gettin' with Lil' Mo
The buzzin', now people are talkin'
Lil' Trigga's pictures of the both of 'em walkin'

in hand, couldn't understand
How his baby's mama disappear
With man and his best friend
Now jealousy's dangerous, and if you don't me
Then watch the way that this ends, and maybe you'll see
There ain't no heroes or villains, ain't no pleasure in
Just the from the cap, peelin' a man with no feelings
and closed caskets

Will I be alone?
(Teardrops and caskets)
(Bury you dead and ahead)
(A man no feelings)
(Teardrops and caskets)
Will I forever be
(Teardrops and caskets)
(That's all we got left, all)

Now with the problems of poverty, and the tricks to tales
How people will die? How many will live to tell?
Although best before, Lil' Trigga and Mo
They in an all out war, over a they ain't know
Behind the curtains, privacy, lust is already laid down
The results is the same with different names and it out
know how it is, same old thing in the same old town
Lil' Trigg got his nose wide open on this one trick, now played out
Think it's Lil' Mo, was plottin' plans on bigger
Precious was his way to put his hands on Trigga

All the while look at Precious
Too dumb to see what's down, too doped up to ask questions
Used to be comrades, but now we on sight
What could be so
God, we last tonight?
From misdemeanors to felonies, small to sellin' ki's
I can't believe the shit tellin' me
open fire, three bodies drop, so call the cops
Precious, Mo and Trigg
Teardrops and caskets

Will I forever be
(Aiy in this motherfucker)
(Teardrops and caskets)
(We dedicate this to all the fallen comrades, right)
(All the homies that make it to see this day)
(Rest in peace)
Will I be alone?
(Ya knahmean? I know it's out there)
(With teardrops and caskets)

(It's like that's all we got to forward to these days)
(Murders, dyin', funerals)
Will I forever be
(Shit, it's like I ain't gonna wear suit, homey
I ran out of tears)
(We gon' to do somethin y'all)
(We have to do somethin')
Will I be alone?
('Cause I know all mothers is tired of seein' the same thing)
(Rest in peace)
(Teardrops and caskets)

(I send this out to Geronimo)
(And to, all the comrades, all the soldiers)
I forever be alone?
(To the homie Boonie, rest in nigga)
(All the that fell, all the homies)
(May God your families)
(May you always live in the heart)
Will I be alone?
(In a thug niggaz forever)
(That's right)
(Rest in nigga)

May enemies be deceased, dead on the streets
We can't have peace 'til the niggaz get a