Luyện nghe bài hát Meet Again

Free J Lo, One Time, free Lil CBD
Ayy, Lil Wannabe, ayy, free 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, my nigga Ike
I got homies in the grave, I got doin' life

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, 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 they 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 been screwin', check in on your mom and 'em
Hope you get a second chance, we been down elementary
Hope one day we meet again, break you out penitentiary

1]
Cuz, what's Hop you straight, know you thuggin' like you should
Seen your momma yesterday, gave her for your books
Different day, the same shit, nothing changed on Murda
homies hit a lick and got the other homies popped
They got shot up with a K, I got and bad news
They say Redro gon' be straight, but Sto Groove ain't make it
They hit Redro with a eight, hit Sto Groove with two
'Round this time last year in May, crackhead junkie Young Doof
I seen your stupid baby momma, she still actin' a thot
Always fightin', startin' drama, she be fuckin' the opps
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 tell you 'bout daughter, yesterday, she tried to walk
Everyday, she gettin' smarter, other day, she to talk
You can't be there 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 niggas in the pen and I got niggas in the
to God to keep my faith, 'cause right now, I'm losin' hope
So I'ma pray to that dope, put that in my work

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

2]
I know you worried 'bout me, cuzzo, we talked in a minute
think a nigga tryna ignore you, I'm just handlin' business
On my way here, I was and they told the lieutenant
Word got back to the and they cancelled my visit
I dropped 40 on a lawyer, tryna your sentence
He better than court-appointed, he gon' fight to appeal it
But you gotta stop trippin', I heard they caught ya with a
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 up with a gun
You went in nigga pockets and got money for my bond
I know you really miss them streets, but you ain't missin' none
I this rap shit look real sweet, but my real life, it ain't no fun
'Cause right now, I'm out on bond, Madu, he on
My bro on the run, he think he on vacation
My pops back in the system, he just die in prison
My mom is co-defendant, so she got locked up him
He got on by his own sister, she the eyewitness
Now every time I see my blood cousins, I don't even 'em
See what them drugs, they took my own cousins, started different
Cookin' with my older brother, bakin' soda whippin'
Servin' drugs with my older brother 'til he started
I think my bro
I tried to put my nigga on and then he up stealin'
I caught nigga stealin' crumbs when 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 niggas changed, I'm change, they think I'm rich
They me locked up in a cage, I'm fightin' RICO just like Mitch
The only time I wear a suit and tie is at a funeral or a courtroom for

I'd rather be carried by 6 I'm judged 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 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 only writin' letters with a pen
Wanna see just how you doin', 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 down since elementary
Hope one day we meet again, break you out penitentiary