Luyện nghe bài hát Dead The Funeral

'For leaf big blowgun, fag bitch, doj' an'
Peach chrome, sick Rover, home so bend over
He looked at me and said "Killa I'll be your kitchen pitcher, the was rough"
I nigga I did the bid wit' ya
Capiche, not Mona Lisa it's the big
Six scriptures, six blickers, grip triggers, niggaz
The Big Dipper, swig liquor, big
Now that you home watch the differ, I dig nigga
Soon as a nigga whisper, believe we jiggin'
He Brand in a barber chair, he'll get the Clippers
I care who you are, the point, don't be stupid pa
We celebrities with guns, shooting
Yeah ya bras, a few of ours in through-in cars
Spray 21, Blackjack, I knew ya
Kid roll, Peter Rowe Kennedy
Friends with me at the graveyard, visits old enemies
Some bitched, some snitched, some owed us
Piss on the tombstone, on it, "Told you so"
Check my portfolio, I was poor rose to dough
KNow what I'm in a drought I score, overflow
I'm the waterboy, wet work for water
The is nice, TLC, some waterfalls
Fiends it all, this fact I report to y'all
Go inside, extort them all, from short to tall you ball
And the ballas live and all my friends all to win
This the second around, that shit you call again
Damn yo' fine, you been on yo' baby grind
Me I'm 86, highest temp,
we shine, fine, don't pay me mind
My watches are retarded, you can 'em crazy times
are more than brothers
We gon' rock til the Range, Benz, and clutter
Garage, assorted
Yeah box, for that, payola doc
I'll lay you a stroller with the strangest odor ock
Is it over not, huh, we to you
We shoot the wake up, up and dead the funeral

Ay yo hold the up
I said we gon' shoot the up and dead the fu--
You dead already we gon' the fu--
Matter fact son, bring that back up, fuck it

And you heard Rell, I do worst foul
murdered Roberta, lawyer murdered murder trials
We to style, walk on Persian tile
On the with millions, Durst to Al
I get cake in layers, not the News
But when I flip, I make the papers, hate the
I'm a gangsta, I fuck ma, go a player
Man these dudes are fish market, fillet ya
Went to war with Kromo, Pataki
Then Guilliani, then I went to North
you gon' tell a mobster, cake was hella proper
No Petey Pablo when I saw them
That's the niggaz, trinckets from the ghetto bird
Her word said I gave the ghetto birds
Man case go find it, need a new assignment
That ain't giving out, first of all that's for silent
Contest to
You got no gunwounds, jail time, felonies, real shit on resume
I get you extra yay, not tomorrow,
If they ask, never say, and we never play, ay