Luyện nghe bài hát Teardrops and Closed Caskets

Word like all we got left
Teardrops and caskets
it up fool, hey nigga
Tell me how you feel

It took a week to go down, you recollect and see how it sounds
The whole town's on a mission, adolescents, penitentiary
Now young Trigga
Since birth, set on gettin' bigger
Just another wild ass
But he was for Precious, what?
But Precious was a girl
Couldn't be no sex that gold Lexus

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

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

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

Don't let ghetto streets get you, Precious
Was the victim, from a to a nickel
Hopin' God's blessings with ya
Picture the neighborhood kingpin, who's gettin'
face, but a man now, it's lil' Trigga
Now Lil' Mo was a soldier to the
Down for his homies, always the to spit bullets
All he wanted was to be a

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

Hand in hand, couldn't
How his baby's mama could
another man and his best friend
Now jealousy's dangerous, and if you don't me
Then watch the way this story ends, and maybe you'll see
There ain't no heroes or villains, ain't no in killin'
Just the smoke the cap, peelin' a man with no feelings
Teardrops and closed

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

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

All the while let's at Precious
Too to see what's goin' down, too doped up to ask questions
Used to be comrades, but now we blast on
What be so bad?
God, will we last
From to felonies, small time 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 closed

Will I forever be
(Aiy in this motherfucker)
(Teardrops and caskets)
(We dedicate this to all the comrades, that's right)
(All the that didn't make it to see this day)
(Rest in peace)
Will I forever be
(Ya knahmean? I know hard out there)
(With and closed caskets)

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

(I this out to M'thulu Geronimo)
(And to, all the comrades, all the soldiers)
Will I 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 forever be
(In a thug heart forever)
(That's right)
(Rest in nigga)

May enemies be deceased, dead on the streets
We have peace 'til the niggaz get a piece