Luyện nghe bài hát Meet Again

Free J Lo, free One Time, Lil CBD
Ayy, Lil Wannabe, ayy, free Montana C
Ayy, J Money, ayy, free 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, before I tell, I'll a .38 shell
I'd be carried by 6 before I'm judged by 12
12, before 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 comin' home, I got some that's in
Tried to go to visitation, but wouldn't let me in
So our only writin' 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 been 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 money for books
Different day, the same shit, nothing on Murda Block
Couple homies hit a and got the other homies popped
They got shot up a K, I got good and bad news
They say gon' 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 in May, crackhead junkie killed Young Doof
I seen your stupid momma, she still actin' like a thot
Always fightin', startin' drama, she be fuckin' the opps
Asked her why she write you, why she never help you out
She say you trippin', you don't listen, and your temper hot
But let me tell you your daughter, yesterday, she tried to walk
Everyday, she gettin' smarter, other day, she tried to
You be there like a father and it's fuckin' with you mentally
Court-appointed lawyer got my bro a a century

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

I got homies in the grave, I got in the pen
I got some that's comin' home, I got 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', know just how you been
you who your bitch 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

2]
I you worried 'bout me, cuzzo, we ain't talked in a minute
Don't think a nigga tryna ignore you, I'm handlin' business
On my way here, I was blowin' and told the lieutenant
Word got back to the and they cancelled my visit
I 40 on a lawyer, tryna reduce your sentence
He better than that court-appointed, he gon' to appeal it
But you gotta stop trippin', I heard caught ya with a phone
And threw you in the hole, you probably wonder how I know
I miss days 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 you really miss them streets, but you ain't really missin' none
I this rap shit 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 pops back in the system, he might 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 time I see my blood cousins, I don't even feel 'em
See what them drugs, they my own cousins, started actin' different
drugs with my older brother, bakin' soda whippin'
Servin' drugs with my brother 'til he started sniffin'
I my bro addicted
I tried to put my nigga on and then he ended up
I caught that nigga stealin' crumbs I was plottin' on millions
in death before dishonor, Father God, please forgive him
I pray to God 'cause if I see him, swear to God, I'ma him
I got some change, my niggas changed, I'm gettin' change, think I'm rich
They me locked up in a cage, I'm fightin' RICO just like Mitch
The only I wear a suit and tie is at a funeral or a courtroom for trial

I'd be carried by 6 before I'm judged by 12
12, before I tell, I'll take a .38 shell
I'd rather be by 6 before I'm judged by 12
12, before I tell, I'll tell '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 they let me in
So our only writin' letters with a pen
Wanna see just how you doin', wanna know just how you
you who your bitch been screwin', check in on your mom and 'em
Hope you get a second chance, we been since elementary
one day we meet again, break you out this penitentiary