Luyện nghe bài hát My Brother

Yo, if y'all mind, I'd like to share a little somethin I wrote.
About the closest nigga to me, ya heard me? my brother, ya
Know. and it ain't gotta be ya brother, it could be ya thug
Brother.

We tend to say things that we don't mean
Like I hate you and I you die tomorrow of some deadly disease
I never meant a word nigga, I was out of anger
At times, I you as if you was a stranger
We both shared poverty, eatin commodity, you never to me
Or me for nuthin I tried to be
You was in the house your art skills
And I was in the backyard doin
Runnin the niggas mama told me leave alone, come home
bikes even though I knew my rights from wrong
I used to envy you cause you
And I hate you was a strange way of it
But that was
You was in the schools, I went to the gutter with the thugs
a nigga shot dice and all the teachers did drugs
You my nigga, til I'm and gone
And I you like you was a part of me
And that's why I'm singin song

Chorus: it's my nigga, my nerve, my one
(you're my brother)
The one who wouldn't on a nigga
(you're my brother, my brother)
Cause we the same blood
(there's no other)
my nigga, my nerve, my one love
(you're the one for me)
The one that change on a nigga
Don't on a nigga
It's my nigga, my nerve, my one
(you're my brother)
The one who change on a nigga
(you're my brother, my brother)
Cause we shared the blood
(there's no other)
my nigga, my nerve, my one love
(you're the one for me)
though I never told you, at times I tried
So I praise you while you

Now even though we at life differently
You probably had the better
And when it to hoes I was way ahead of you
I went to school with em, used to with em in class
In the hallways tryin to get some ass with my hall
You did homework, and I did
You was plottin on how to pass, I was plottin on riches
It showed in the report
You paid to the teacher
I was lookin at the cars
In the magazines with my headphones, I was dead wrong
class, goin everywhere but home
When you got a job, mama and was proud, I was jealous
You worked late nights, I ran the streets the fellows
In a to be grown, you was still more mature
Cause you hang with your own, plus my was pure
You my nigga, til I'm dead and
And I loved you like you was a of me
And that's why I'm this song

2x: let me ya say oh, ooh, oh, ooh, oh
The one for me