Luyện nghe bài hát Teardrops And Closed Caskets

Word it's like all we got
Teardrops and closed
it up fool, hey nigga
Tell me how you feel

It a week to go down, you recollect and see how crazy it sounds
The whole town's on a mission, adolescents, bound
Now introducin' Trigga
Since birth, eyes set on bigger
Just another wild ass
But he was fiendin' for Precious,
But was a ghetto girl
Couldn't be no sex without that gold

But lil' Trigga was heartbroken, he had to get his
Seein' visions of people and niggaz catchin' vapors
Got his man from the corner, we'll call him 'Lil Mo
Been in so many schools, they had to let him go
Here's where the thickens
got a plot to make a profit with they glocks spittin'
They call the squad, hittin' blocks they guns blowin'
gonna die tonight

Still no one's knowin', so kept goin'
Catchin' dealers comin' out they cars, will survive?
Two semi nines, them niggaz died
nobody in the hood cries, it's like they celebrate
To death and wish they die, so peep the lesson
But wait a minute to Precious
She's dope in the backseat of Trigg's Lexus
Teardrops and closed

Will I forever be
(Teardrops and caskets)
(Teardrops and caskets)
I forever be alone?
(Teardrops and caskets)

let these ghetto streets get you, Precious
Was the victim, from a dime to a
Hopin' blessings stick with ya
Picture the neighborhood kingpin, who's gettin'
face, but a man now, it's lil' Trigga
Now Mo was a soldier to the fullest
for his homies, always the first to spit bullets
All he was to be a thug

Never pictured his truest would fall in love
Here's where it ya
Now Precious is pregnant, Trigga is happy
He wants to marry her now, not knowin' he the daddy
But precious was lonely while lil' was makin' dough
She's slippin' in secret places and gettin' Lil' Mo
The neighborhood's buzzin', now people are
Lil' Trigga's gettin' pictures of the of 'em walkin'

Hand in hand, understand
How his baby's mama could
With another man and his friend
Now jealousy's dangerous, and if you believe me
Then watch the way that this ends, and maybe you'll see
There ain't no heroes or villains, ain't no pleasure in
Just the smoke from the cap, a man with no feelings
Teardrops and closed

Will I be alone?
(Teardrops and caskets)
(Bury you and look ahead)
(A man no feelings)
(Teardrops and caskets)
Will I be alone?
(Teardrops and caskets)
(That's all we got left, all)

Now the problems of poverty, and the tricks to these tales
How many people will die? How many live to tell?
best friends before, Lil' Trigga and Mo
They in an all out war, over a fiend they ain't
Behind the curtains, their privacy, lust is laid down
The results is the same with different and it turns out
Y'all know how it is, old thing in the same old town
Lil' Trigg got his nose wide open on one trick, now he's played out
Think it's Lil' Mo, was plottin' plans on bigger
was his way to put his hands on Lil' Trigga

All the while let's at Precious
Too dumb to see what's goin' down, too up to ask questions
Used to be comrades, but now we on sight
What be so bad?
God, we last tonight?
From to felonies, small time to sellin' ki's
I can't believe the they tellin' me
open fire, three bodies drop, so call the cops
Precious, Mo and Trigg
and closed caskets

Will I forever be
(Aiy QBIII in motherfucker)
(Teardrops and caskets)
(We dedicate this to all the comrades, that's right)
(All the homies that make it to see this day)
(Rest in peace)
Will I be alone?
(Ya knahmean? I know it's out there)
(With and closed caskets)

(It's like all we got to look forward to these days)
(Murders, dyin', funerals)
Will I be alone?
(Shit, it's like I ain't gonna another suit, homey
I ran out of tears)
(We gon' to do somethin y'all)
(We have to do somethin')
Will I be alone?
('Cause I know all these is tired of seein' the same thing)
(Rest in peace)
(Teardrops and caskets)

(I send out to M'thulu Geronimo)
(And to, all the comrades, all the soldiers)
Will I forever be
(To the homie Boonie, in peace nigga)
(All the that fell, all the homies)
(May God your families)
(May you always live in the heart)
I forever be alone?
(In a thug heart forever)
(That's right)
(Rest in nigga)

May your enemies be deceased, dead on the
We can't peace 'til the niggaz get a piece