Luyện nghe bài hát Free

d]
Geto
(g.b.)'98
We gonna set this shit straight, that
Don't you wish sometimes you can be
Free incarceration
Free from paying them
Free to come and go when ya
Most of all, free them haters

1:
d]
So many problems exist in my world today
When I'm deceased, I want my baby girl to say
That he was
He me with all his heart
He loved too
Even though sometimes fought
A young nigga in the
With of dreams
Surrounded by the
And many of
At 13 started
14 started
It's to have morals and values
you're starvin'
Abused, misused, and plus a bad
Nobody told me I was special
I put a gang of tears in my mamma's
But she
I got a chance to apologize
It hurts to see my baby sister the pain
It hurts to see my brother still in the game
Ain't nothin' but my finances
I still be
All motherfucking worries got a nigga depressed
I'm just
Every night, I to jesus, rescue me
>from the poverty, hate, racism and
So the said
He prepared a for me
And when he do
I'ma be free,

I be free
No more hater
I be free

2:

Now as I around in my drawers
Outside weed while I scratch my balls
I'm reminsing on my homies who been tight
Or got
Behind to feed their family one night
It's not
Suppose you your mamma suffer
ain't another
Her kids trying they off ass
gettin' rougher and tougher
By all means get your cream
Stop storming what they calling this american
And why you up for a role model
You be your
Look who we
forgot about the problem
And single upbringings
We bad on our ass
Nigga singing
How you gonna tell me to keep it
And up I didn't have a pop to give
So these fucking streets is where I gots to live
Fuck what you 'bout me
I'm sittin'on a g's and smoking weed
I'm

I be free
No more player
I gotta be
I be free
Gettin' of waitin'
I be free

3:
d]
Nobody me but me
It to bother me at first
But now my is free
I ask the to give me strength
And bless the
And keep these fake motherfuckers out my life for
on wood
I'm still through all these trials and tribulations
to make it
Shit, a lot of couldn't take it
My hate it
I go to clubs and stay out late
She think I'm around with hoes
a break
Get off my
Can I be to you
And ride 'round without feelin' down
girl, I catch enough hell on the streets
When I home
I some tender lovin' and peace
No one can your place, you my ace
I dig jealously boo
But sometimes I my space
I you laced
you won the lottery see
But God damn I gotta be

Chorus:(2x)
I be free
No more player
I be free
I wanna be
tired of waitin'
I be free