Luyện nghe bài hát Rasool

His was Rasool
Carmel boy from the twenty two
Rough on the outside but inside he was
Rasool was a king but a fool

Back on the block again with the crew
Tariq from the west side, little from the Avenue
Always 'em 'bout a quarter to two
hands with everybody
But at the same time sharin' the
And ohh he it on
Shakin' hands till was in his pockets was gone
He'd be outside in the cold with his bubble on
But inside somehow, I knew he wasn't

Around ten thirty on dreary night
His boys said were hungry
Wanted to get a bite, now they didn't a runner
Rasool it wasn't right
But he anyway tryin' to get the chain he liked
Ohh, how the shots in the streets
Hittin' in the surrounding vicinity
Children of children, one father to be
And Rasool lay dead on my Philly street

At fifteen years old, it was the first I'd seen
But in years to come be many many brothers slained
to win at the game
But the ain't designed for no kind of winning
Oh this is a friend of Rasool, begging you to about
you do and who you call your crew
The very you make, may make a Rasool out of you
Now you don't want that, do
You don't that, do you?
Do Do you? Do you? Do you?
You want that
You don't want
You don't that
You don't want