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 but also a fool

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

Around ten thirty on that night
His boys said they were
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 rang in the streets
Hittin' in the surrounding vicinity
of children, one young father to be
And Rasool lay dead on my North Philly

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