Luyện nghe bài hát Meet Again

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

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

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

1]
Cuz, crackin'? Hop you straight, know you thuggin' like you should
Seen your momma yesterday, gave her for your books
day, the same shit, nothing changed on Murda Block
Couple homies hit a lick and got the other homies
They got up with a K, I got good and bad news
They say Redro be straight, but Sto Groove ain't make it through
hit Redro with a eight, only hit Sto Groove with two
'Round this time last year in May, crackhead junkie killed Young
I seen your stupid baby momma, she still like a thot
Always fightin', startin' drama, she be fuckin' with the
Asked her why she never you, why she never help you out
She say you trippin', you don't listen, and temper always hot
But let me you 'bout your daughter, yesterday, she tried to walk
Everyday, she smarter, other day, she tried to talk
You be there like a father and it's fuckin' with you mentally
Court-appointed got my bro a half a century

Give me strength to count my blessings, knows 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 to that dope, put that faith in my work

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 writin' with a pen
Wanna see just how you doin', wanna just how you been
Tell you who your bitch been screwin', in on your mom and 'em
Hope you get a second chance, we been down since
Hope one day we again, break you out this penitentiary

2]
I you worried 'bout me, cuzzo, we ain't talked in a minute
Don't a nigga tryna ignore you, I'm just handlin' business
On my way here, I was blowin' and they told the
Word got back to the warden and they cancelled my
I dropped 40 on a lawyer, tryna your sentence
He better than that court-appointed, he gon' to appeal it
But you gotta trippin', I heard they caught ya with a phone
And they threw you in the hole, you probably wonder how I
I miss them days when we was mobbin', we was robbin' for fun
If you was fightin', we fightin', jump 'em, ain't no one on one
Remember at the function, I got locked up with a gun
You went in every pockets and got money for my bond
I you really miss them 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 lil' bro on the run, he think he on
My back in the system, he might just die in prison
My mom is co-defendant, so she got locked up him
He got snitched on by his own sister, she the
Now every time I see my blood cousins, I even feel 'em
See what them drugs, they took my own cousins, actin' different
Cookin' drugs with my older brother, bakin' whippin'
Servin' drugs with my older 'til he started sniffin'
I think my bro
I tried to put my on and then he ended up stealin'
I caught that nigga stealin' crumbs I was plottin' on millions
Believe in death dishonor, Father God, please forgive him
I pray to God 'cause if I see him, swear to God, kill him
I got some change, my changed, I'm gettin' change, they think I'm rich
They want me locked up in a cage, I'm RICO just like Mitch
The only time I wear a suit and tie is at a funeral or a for trial

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

I got in the grave, I got brothers in the pen
I got some comin' home, I got some that's goin' in
Tried to go to visitation, but wouldn't let me in
So our conversation writin' letters with a pen
Wanna see just how you doin', 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 been down elementary
Hope one day we again, break you out this penitentiary