Luyện nghe bài hát Meet Again

Free J Lo, One Time, free Lil CBD
Ayy, free Lil Wannabe, ayy, Montana C
Ayy, free J Money, ayy, Fauni
Free my Crip Papa, hey, hey, Lil TY, hey, hey
my daddy, hey, he gon' be alright, hey
Free Gas for like, free my Ike
I got homies in the grave, I got doin' 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 carried by 6 before I'm by 12
Fuck 12, before I tell, I'll 'em crackers burn in hell

I got homies in the grave, I got in the pen
I got some that's comin' home, I got that's goin' in
Tried to go to visitation, but they let me in
So our only conversation 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
you get a second chance, we been down since elementary
Hope one day we meet again, break you out penitentiary

1]
Cuz, what's crackin'? Hop you straight, know you like you should
Seen your momma yesterday, gave her money for 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 gon' be straight, but Sto Groove ain't it through
They hit with a eight, only hit Sto Groove with two
'Round this time last year in May, junkie killed Young Doof
I seen stupid baby momma, she still actin' like a thot
Always fightin', startin' drama, she be fuckin' the opps
Asked her why she never write you, why she help you out
She say you trippin', you don't listen, and your always hot
But let me tell you 'bout daughter, yesterday, she tried to walk
Everyday, she smarter, other day, she tried to talk
You can't be there like a father and it's with you mentally
Court-appointed got my bro a half a century

Give me strength to my blessings, Lord knows it could be worse
I got niggas in the pen and I got niggas in the
Pray to God to keep my faith, 'cause right now, I'm hope
So I'ma pray to 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 that's goin' in
to go to visitation, but they wouldn't let me in
So our conversation writin' letters with a pen
Wanna see just how you doin', wanna know how you been
Tell you who your bitch 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 know you worried 'bout me, cuzzo, we ain't in a minute
Don't think a nigga tryna ignore you, I'm handlin' business
On my way here, I was blowin' and they told the
Word got back to the warden and cancelled 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 trippin', I heard they caught ya with a phone
And they threw you in the hole, you wonder how I know
I miss them when we was mobbin', we was robbin' just for fun
If you was fightin', then we fightin', '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 know you miss them streets, but you ain't really missin' none
I know this rap shit look real sweet, but my life, it ain't no fun
'Cause 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 blood cousins, I don't feel 'em
See what them drugs, took my own cousins, started actin' different
Cookin' drugs with my older brother, bakin' soda
drugs with my older brother 'til he started sniffin'
I my bro addicted
I tried to put my on and then he ended up stealin'
I caught that stealin' crumbs when I was plottin' on millions
Believe in death before dishonor, Father God, please him
I pray to God 'cause if I see him, to God, I'ma kill him
I got some change, my changed, I'm gettin' change, they think I'm rich
want me locked up in a cage, I'm fightin' RICO just like Mitch
The only time I a suit and tie is at a funeral or a courtroom for trial

I'd rather be carried by 6 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
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 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
see just how you doin', wanna know 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 down elementary
Hope one day we meet again, you out this penitentiary