Luyện nghe bài hát Betrayal

Intro(phone conversation):
Yo up son?
-yo what up
Yo, you holdin your up?
-i'm tryin to man, but the system is
Word man always man, they always tryin
To keep a brother down, but I'm sayin
We still, you we got love for you son
And we prayin for you and we, you
We tryin to hold it wh
You while you in there man
-no
Hopefully they won't you in there for too long
-yeah, for real, I sure be out in a minute, you know?
-but you know what I want you to kid? you what would
-be the man?
What's
-you to do some shit with face man
on niggaz, be shady man

man
Yo that's my nigga,
is tight son
Yo that's a good word is bond
I'm talk the play in tomorrow(yeah) and
See if we could hook up wit him
-that's

guru

Scandalous, money and lust
In this trife life, ain't nobody you can trust
Plus there's no justice, just us
In fact, watchin' yo back it be
And each and everyday around the way bust
And so-called friends'll try to set you up
called betrayal

Verse 1:

the horror scene
The kid was like twelve or
Never had the chance like other to follow dreams
Watched his father catch two in the and to the spleen
Nothin" but blood everywhere, these are mean
They spared his life, but killed his moms and his sister
Of over some drug shit
Hi spops was on some ill-out, spill your guts, on some thug
Didn't know his boys was on shady ass no love shit
His pops got out though, with silencers they laid him out yo
his stash and all the cash and left 'em, tied up on the couch yo
With over his mouth, so he couldn't cry out
Cause his dad was the nigga clout
Survival of the so they split his wig no doubt
Despite the stocking he noticed the same cat, who used to give him doe
And him, to use the same gat
to be an uncle,fam and all that
He could tell it was him 'cause he wore the slacks, he wore when
He took him to racetrack
Why did he flip and go out like
It's called

Verse 2:

A
Punk ass
It's called

He on a mission to become a ball
Flip big benz's, flossin all
Had it all out,6-8,12th grader
Fresh outta school, he fin' to go lay
He had abrother who was hustlin his change
Never let his baby brother stick his neck in the
him all he had to do is just enjoy the ride
And he ain't have to worry about cause that's in time
So now he's as the time moves slowly
Can't wait to face shaquille in the paint and kobe
his grades and stayed up under naighborhood functions
And a group of knuckleheads came through dumpin
So now he's sittin on the sidewalk
Fell into a of his own blood and stopped breathin
And everybody in the neighborhood still
But caught up with his ass and he got even
And all the cryin in the ain't goin to bring him back
His brother, sittin at the wake wipin tears from his eyes
Why'd the game have to go and the young boys life
Only the wicked live shife, payin the
While starin at the shell
His brothers soul hell the trigger man made bail
And you, pay the boys mail, and sacrificed the fuckin family
betrayal
Betrayal(echoes)