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 be ya blood brother, it could be ya thug
Brother.

We tend to say things we don't really mean
I hate you and I hope you die tomorrow of some deadly disease
I never meant a word nigga, I was speakin out of
At times, I treated you as if you was a
We both shared poverty, commodity, you never lied to me
Or knock me for nuthin I to be
You was in the house your art skills
And I was in the backyard cartwheels
Runnin with the niggas mama told me leave alone, home
Stealin bikes even 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 good schools, I went to the with the thugs
When a nigga shot dice and all the teachers did
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

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

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

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