Luyện nghe bài hát God Bless the Dead

Rest in to my motherfucker Biggy Smallz
That's right
It's goin on, here
Thug
God the dead

God the dead, and buried nigga
worry if you see God first
Tell him got worse, I ain't mad
I know you representin' the
And I can picture you in with a blunt and a brew
Fuck the world, was a part of the game
If you a baller, money went as as it came
My models gone or they locked in the pen
Straight hustlers, up in the whirlwind
The other day, I thought I seen my Biggy
Sayin' shit stop 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 mind
I was to tryin, never meant to do time
My epitaph, read, was the last of G's
Kicked the shit to make the man bleed

God the dead (that's right) (that's right)
God bless the dead (yeah stop)
God bless the
God the dead 

Man, ain't nobody me a thang
I caught up in this game
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
Half my peers, they're stretched for
And if I die they all shed tears?
Two to the dome, leave me alone, let me get my clear
got me lookin' in the mirror
Behind me, without my nine, I'd rather do the time
See I'm old enough to know that ain't no
And all the courts, way they fucked us
And why the hell am I in jail
They let them boys free, we be shocked as hell
In my I can see it comin'
And all the time it's a plot to keep a nigga
I keep a gun and run unless I'm comin' at ya
Cry later but for now let's enjoy the

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

Yo Big, this is to you my
Springfield 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, forget that

I before I go to sleep „Dear God"
Say my grace before I start to eat, 'cause is hard
So I'm droppin to my knees, oh
Why you had to take my nigga with the
You had to take a good one, a ghetto hood son, uzi a ton
Niggas terrified of from the young gun
Hearin' that they did it outta fear amaze me
But it's mind blowin' so I'm goin' crazy
for cock the gun but he didn't 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 the aftermath of what the mag did
suckers 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 quick
The spirit Biggy Smallz and the clique, yeah

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