Luyện nghe bài hát Betrayal

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

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

Hook:

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

Verse 1:

Check the scene
The kid was like twelve or
Never had the chance other kids to follow dreams
Watched his catch two in the dome and to the spleen
Nothin" but blood everywhere, streets are mean
They spared his life, but killed his moms and his jean
Of course over some shit
Hi was on some ill-out, spill your guts, on some thug shit
know his boys was on some shady ass no love shit
His pops got played out though, with silencers they him out yo
his stash and all the cash and left 'em, tied up on the couch yo
With tape over his mouth, so he cry out
Cause his dad was the nigga with
Survival of the fittest so split his wig no doubt
Despite the stocking caps he noticed the same cat, who to give him doe
And taught him, to use the gat
to be an uncle,fam and all that
He could it was him 'cause he wore the same slacks, he wore when
He took him to racetrack
Why did he and go out like that?
It's called

Verse 2:

A
Punk ass
called betrayal

He on a to become a ball player
Flip big benz's, all gators
Had it all out,6-8,12th grader
outta school, he fin' to go lay paper
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 money cause that's in time
So now pacin as the time moves slowly
Can't wait to face in the paint and school kobe
Kept his grades and stayed up under naighborhood
And then a group of knuckleheads came through
So now he's on the sidewalk bleedin
into a puddle of his own blood and stopped breathin
And everybody in the neighborhood grievin
But destiny caught up his ass and he got even
And all the cryin in the world ain't goin to him back
His brother, sittin at the wake wipin tears from his eyes
Why'd the game have to go and take the young boys
Only the live shife, payin the price
While he's starin at the
His brothers soul wants the trigger man made bail
And you, wouldn't pay the boys mail, and the fuckin family
betrayal
Betrayal(echoes)