Luyện nghe bài hát God Bless the Dead

Rest in peace to my motherfucker Smallz
That's right
goin on, right here
Thug
God bless the

God bless the dead, and
Don't if you see God first
Tell him shit got worse, I mad
I you representin' the crew
And I can picture you in with a blunt and a brew
Fuck the world, pain was a of the game
If you a baller, money went as quick as it
My role models gone or locked in the pen
Straight hustlers, caught up in the
The day, I thought I seen my homeboy Biggy
Sayin' shit don't stop nigga no
We all hoods, and all we ever had was
Money makin' motherfuckers plot schemes
In the gutter, you learn to a criminal mind
I was addicted to tryin, meant to do time
My epitaph, read, was the last of G's
Kicked the shit to the white man bleed

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

Man, nobody promised me a thang
I been up in this game
since I was a little motherfucker wantin' to hang
I can see 'em in my head, pow
Memories of my but he dead now
Lookin' back in my yearbook, all the took
Half my peers, they're for years
And if I die will they all shed
Two to the dome, leave me alone, let me get my head
Paranoid got me lookin' in the
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, same way fucked us
And why the am I locked in jail
let them white boys free, we be shocked as hell
In my mind I can see it
And all the it's a plot to keep a nigga runnin'
I keep a gun and never run unless I'm at ya
Cry but for now let's enjoy the laughter

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

Yo Big, is to you my nigga
Hollis Crew, Thug Life, YG'z
Sendin' they respect, ya know I mean?
You my nigga for life,
You're always be with a nigga
No matter what, don't forget

I pray before I go to „Dear God"
Say my grace before I 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 take a one, a ghetto hood son, uzi weighin a ton
terrified of drama from the young gun
Hearin' that did it outta fear don't amaze me
But it's blowin' so I'm flowin' goin' crazy
Slip for cock the gun but he didn't run a punk
He shoulda had the in the trunk
But spunk is he had, kid, I'd ratha attack Big
Now ya bout to smell the of what the mag did
Wannabe suckers test, I'm tellin' you, yes
The teflon's bout to rip through your vest
Guess who? make a mess of your crew quick
The spirit Biggy Smallz and the thuggin' clique,

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