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

I'd rather be carried by 6 I'm judged by 12
Fuck 12, before I tell, take a .38 shell
I'd rather be carried by 6 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 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 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, you out this penitentiary

1]
Cuz, what's crackin'? Hop you straight, know you thuggin' you should
Seen your momma yesterday, gave her money for your
Different day, the same shit, nothing changed on Murda
Couple hit a lick and got the other homies popped
got shot up with a K, I got good and bad news
They say Redro gon' be straight, but Sto ain't make it through
They hit Redro with a eight, only hit Sto with two
'Round this time last year in May, crackhead killed Young Doof
I seen your stupid baby momma, she still actin' 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 gettin' smarter, other day, she to talk
You can't be there like a and it's fuckin' with you mentally
lawyer 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
Pray to God to my faith, 'cause right now, I'm losin' 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 that's comin' home, I got some that's goin' in
Tried to go to visitation, but they 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 down since elementary
Hope one day we meet again, you out this penitentiary

2]
I know you worried 'bout me, cuzzo, we ain't talked in a
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 warden and they my visit
I dropped 40 on a lawyer, tryna reduce sentence
He better than court-appointed, he gon' fight to appeal it
But you gotta stop trippin', I heard caught ya with a phone
And they you in the hole, you probably wonder how I know
I them days when we was mobbin', we was robbin' just for fun
If you was fightin', then we fightin', jump 'em, no one on one
clutchin' at the function, I got locked up with a gun
You went in every nigga pockets and got 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 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 locked up him
He got on by his own sister, she the eyewitness
Now every time I see my blood cousins, I even feel 'em
See what them drugs, they took my own cousins, started actin'
Cookin' drugs my older brother, bakin' soda whippin'
Servin' drugs with my brother 'til he started sniffin'
I my bro addicted
I tried to put my on and then he ended up stealin'
I caught that nigga stealin' when I was plottin' on millions
Believe in death before dishonor, Father God, please 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, they I'm rich
They want me locked up in a cage, I'm fightin' RICO just Mitch
The only time I wear a and tie is at a funeral or a courtroom for trial

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

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 wouldn't let me in
So our only conversation 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 down elementary
one day we meet again, break you out this penitentiary