Luyện nghe bài hát Meet Again

Free J Lo, free One Time, Lil CBD
Ayy, free Lil Wannabe, ayy, free C
Ayy, free J Money, ayy, Fauni
Free my Crip Papa, hey, hey, Lil TY, hey, hey
Free my daddy, hey, he be alright, hey
Gas for like, free my nigga Ike
I got homies in the grave, I got homies life

I'd rather be carried by 6 before I'm by 12
12, before I tell, I'll take a .38 shell
I'd rather be by 6 before I'm judged by 12
Fuck 12, I tell, I'll tell 'em crackers burn in hell

I got in the grave, I got brothers in the pen
I got some that's home, I got some that's goin' in
Tried to go to visitation, but wouldn't let me in
So our only writin' letters with a pen
Wanna see just how you doin', wanna know just how you
Tell you who your bitch been screwin', in on your mom and 'em
Hope you get a second chance, we down since elementary
Hope one day we meet again, break you out this

1]
Cuz, crackin'? Hop you straight, know you thuggin' like you should
your momma yesterday, gave her money for your books
Different day, the same shit, changed on Murda Block
Couple homies hit a lick and got the other homies
They got shot up with a K, I got good and bad
They say gon' be straight, but Sto Groove ain't make it through
They hit with a eight, only hit Sto Groove with two
this time last year in May, crackhead junkie killed Young Doof
I seen your stupid baby momma, she actin' like a thot
Always fightin', startin' drama, she be fuckin' with the
her why she never write you, why she never help you out
She say you trippin', you don't listen, and your temper hot
But let me you 'bout your daughter, yesterday, she tried to walk
Everyday, she gettin' smarter, other day, she tried to
You can't be there like a father and it's fuckin' you mentally
Court-appointed got my bro a half a century

Give me strength to count my blessings, Lord it could be worse
I got in the pen and I got niggas in the dirt
Pray to God to keep my faith, 'cause right now, I'm hope
So I'ma pray to that dope, put that faith in my

I got homies in the grave, I got in the pen
I got some that's comin' home, I got some that's in
to go to visitation, but they wouldn't let me in
So our only conversation letters with a pen
Wanna see how you doin', wanna know just how you been
Tell you who your been screwin', check in on your mom and 'em
Hope you get a second chance, we down since elementary
one day we meet again, break you out this penitentiary

2]
I know you worried 'bout me, cuzzo, we talked in a minute
Don't think a nigga tryna you, I'm just handlin' business
On my way here, I was and they told the lieutenant
Word got back to the warden and they my visit
I dropped 40 on a lawyer, tryna reduce sentence
He than that court-appointed, he gon' fight to appeal it
But you gotta stop trippin', I heard they caught ya a phone
And they threw you in the hole, you probably how I know
I miss them when we was mobbin', we was robbin' just for fun
If you was fightin', we fightin', jump 'em, ain't no one on one
Remember clutchin' at the function, I got locked up a gun
You went in nigga pockets and got money for my bond
I know you really miss streets, but you ain't really missin' none
I know this rap look real sweet, but my real life, it ain't no fun
right now, I'm out on bond, Madu, he on probation
My bro on the run, he think he on vacation
My pops in the system, he might just die in prison
My mom is co-defendant, so she got up with him
He got on by his own sister, she the eyewitness
Now every time I see my cousins, I don't even feel 'em
See what drugs, they took my own cousins, started actin' different
Cookin' with my older brother, bakin' soda whippin'
Servin' drugs with my older brother 'til he started
I my bro addicted
I tried to put my nigga on and he ended up stealin'
I caught that nigga stealin' crumbs when I was on millions
in death before dishonor, Father God, please forgive him
I pray to God 'cause if I see him, to God, I'ma kill him
I got some change, my niggas changed, I'm gettin' change, they I'm rich
They want me locked up in a cage, I'm fightin' RICO just Mitch
The time I wear a suit and tie is at a funeral or a courtroom for trial

I'd rather be carried by 6 before I'm by 12
Fuck 12, I tell, I'll take a .38 shell
I'd rather be carried by 6 before I'm by 12
Fuck 12, before I tell, I'll tell 'em crackers in hell

I got in the grave, I got brothers in the pen
I got some that's home, I got some that's goin' in
to go to visitation, but they wouldn't let me in
So our only writin' letters with a pen
Wanna see just how you doin', wanna just how you been
Tell you who your bitch been screwin', check in on mom and 'em
Hope you get a second chance, we been since elementary
Hope one day we meet again, break you out penitentiary