Luyện nghe bài hát God Bless the Dead

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

God the dead, and buried nigga
Don't if you see God first
him shit got worse, I ain't mad
I know you the crew
And I can picture you in with a blunt and a brew
Fuck the world, pain was a part of the
If you a baller, money went as as it came
My role models gone or they in the pen
Straight hustlers, caught up in the
The other day, I I seen my homeboy Biggy
Sayin' shit don't stop nigga no
We all hoods, and all we had was dreams
Money makin' plot scandalous schemes
In the gutter, you to have a criminal mind
I was addicted to tryin, never to do time
My epitaph, will read, was the of G's
Kicked the shit to make the white man

God bless the (that's right) (that's right)
God bless the dead (yeah stop)
God the dead 
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Man, nobody promised me a thang
I been up in this game
Ever since I was a motherfucker 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 they all shed tears?
Two to the dome, leave me alone, let me get my clear
Paranoid got me lookin' in the
Behind me, life my nine, I'd rather 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 white boys free, we be shocked as hell
In my mind I can see it
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 bless the (that's right) (that's right)
God the dead 
(God the dead) Yeah, rest in peace to all the motherfuckers that passed too early
All the young 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
Springfield Hollis Crew, Thug Life,
Sendin' they respect, ya know what I
You my nigga for life,
You're always gonna be with a
No what, don't forget that

I pray before I go to „Dear God"
Say my grace I start to eat, 'cause times is hard
So I'm to my knees, oh why?
Why you had to take my nigga with the
You had to a good one, a ghetto hood son, uzi weighin a ton
Niggas of drama from the young gun
Hearin' that they did it outta fear don't me
But it's mind blowin' so I'm flowin' crazy
Slip for cock the gun but he didn't run a punk
He shoulda had the in the trunk
But spunk is what he had, kid, I'd 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 fuckin' vest
Guess who? I'll a mess of your crew quick
The spirit Biggy Smallz and the clique, yeah

God bless the
God bless the
God the dead 
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