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, free
my Crip Papa, hey, hey, free Lil TY, hey, hey
Free my daddy, hey, he be alright, hey
Free Gas for like, my nigga Ike
I got in the grave, I got homies doin' life

I'd rather be 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
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 that's comin' 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
see just 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 down elementary
Hope one day we again, break you out this penitentiary

1]
Cuz, what's crackin'? Hop you straight, know you 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 and got the other homies popped
They got shot up with a K, I got and bad news
say Redro gon' be straight, but Sto Groove ain't make it through
They hit with a eight, only hit Sto Groove with two
'Round this time last year in May, crackhead junkie killed Doof
I seen your stupid baby momma, she still actin' a thot
Always fightin', startin' drama, she be with the opps
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 tell you 'bout daughter, yesterday, she tried to walk
Everyday, she gettin' smarter, day, she tried to talk
You can't be there like a father and it's fuckin' with you
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 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
Tried to go to visitation, but they let me in
So our only writin' letters with a pen
see just how you doin', wanna know just 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
one day we meet again, break you out this penitentiary

2]
I know you 'bout me, cuzzo, we ain't talked in a minute
Don't think a nigga tryna you, I'm just handlin' business
On my way here, I was blowin' and told the lieutenant
got back to the warden and they cancelled my visit
I dropped 40 on a lawyer, tryna reduce your
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 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 up with a gun
You went in every pockets and got money for my bond
I know you really miss them streets, but you ain't really missin'
I know this rap shit 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 he on vacation
My pops back in the system, he might just die in
My mom is co-defendant, so she got up with him
He got snitched on by his own sister, she the
Now every time I see my blood cousins, I don't feel 'em
See what them drugs, they took my own cousins, started different
Cookin' drugs with my older brother, bakin' soda
Servin' drugs with my older brother 'til he sniffin'
I my bro addicted
I tried to put my nigga on and he ended up stealin'
I caught that stealin' crumbs when I was plottin' on millions
Believe in death before dishonor, Father God, 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 gettin' change, think I'm rich
They want me 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 by 6 before I'm judged by 12
Fuck 12, before I tell, take 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 homies in the grave, I got in the pen
I got that's comin' home, I got some that's goin' in
Tried to go to visitation, but wouldn't let me in
So our only conversation writin' letters a pen
see just 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 down elementary
Hope one day we again, break you out this penitentiary