Luyện nghe bài hát God Bless the Dead

Rest in peace to my motherfucker Smallz
That's bwoy
It's goin on, here
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 you in heaven with a blunt and a brew
Fuck the world, pain was a of the game
If you a baller, went as quick 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 homeboy
Sayin' don't 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 criminal
I was addicted to tryin, meant to do time
My epitaph, read, was the last of G's
Kicked the shit to make the white man

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

Man, ain't 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
my peers, they're stretched for years
And if I die they all shed tears?
Two to the dome, me alone, let me get my head clear
got me lookin' in the mirror
Behind me, life without my nine, I'd rather do the
See I'm old enough to know that no justice
And all the courts, same way fucked us
And why the hell am I in jail
They let them white 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 enjoy the laughter

God the dead (that's right) (that's right)
God bless the
(God bless the dead) Yeah, rest in peace to all the motherfuckers that passed too
All the young motherfuckers 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 Hollis Crew, Thug Life,
Sendin' they respect, ya know what I
You my for life, forever
You're gonna be with a nigga
No what, don't forget that

I pray I go to sleep „Dear God"
Say my before I start to eat, 'cause times is hard
So I'm to my knees, oh why?
Why you had to my nigga with the rock-a-bye?
You had to a good one, a ghetto hood son, uzi weighin a ton
Niggas of drama from the young gun
that they did it outta fear don't amaze me
But mind blowin' so I'm flowin' goin' crazy
Slip for the gun but he didn't run like a punk
He shoulda had the gauge in the
But spunk is what he had, kid, I'd ratha 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 crew quick
The spirit Smallz and the thuggin' clique, yeah

God the dead 
God the dead 
God the dead 
God the dead