Luyện nghe bài hát God Bless the Dead

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

God bless the dead, and
Don't if you see God first
Tell him shit got worse, I mad
I know you the crew
And I can picture you in heaven with a blunt and a
Fuck the world, pain was a of the game
If you a baller, money went as quick as it
My role gone or they locked in the pen
hustlers, caught up in the whirlwind
The other day, I thought I 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 criminal
I was addicted to tryin, never to do time
My epitaph, will read, was the of G's
Kicked the shit to make the man bleed

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

Man, nobody promised me a thang
I caught up in this game
Ever since I was a little wantin' to hang
I can see 'em in my head, pow
of my nigga but he dead now
Lookin' back in my yearbook, all the took
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 in the mirror
Behind me, life without my nine, I'd do the time
See I'm old enough to know that no justice
And all the courts, way they fucked us
And why the hell am I locked in
They let them white boys free, we be as hell
In my mind I can see it
And all the time it's a to keep a nigga runnin'
I keep a gun and run unless I'm comin' at ya
Cry later but for now let's enjoy the

God the dead (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 motherfuckers 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
Hollis Crew, Thug Life, YG'z
Sendin' they respect, ya know I mean?
You my nigga for life,
You're always gonna be with a
No matter what, don't forget

I pray before I go to sleep God"
Say my before I start to eat, 'cause times is hard
So I'm droppin to my knees, oh
Why you had to take my nigga 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
that they did it outta fear don't amaze me
But it's mind blowin' so I'm flowin' goin'
Slip for cock the gun but he run like a punk
He shoulda had the gauge in the
But spunk is what he had, kid, I'd ratha Big
Now ya to smell the aftermath of what the mag did
suckers wanna test, I'm tellin' you, yes
The bout to rip through your fuckin' vest
Guess who? I'll a mess of your crew quick
The Biggy Smallz and the thuggin' clique, yeah

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