Luyện nghe bài hát Renee

Here's a tune about honey named Renee
I met one day on my way back from John Jay
I'm peepin' as she's walkin' to the train
I tap her on her shoulders, "Excuse me miss, but can I get name?"

She said "My is Renee"
I said "I got a whole lot to say, so may I you to your subway"
She said "If you want", so yo' we started
I brought two franks and two drinks and we began

I had to see that head was at 'cause the gear was mad phat
So we must chat about and that
She told me she was in school for
She wants to be a lawyer in words shorty studies law

I'm tellin' I'm a writer and as she's lookin' for the token
She drops a of the EZ widers
Covers her mouth her name ring
I said, yo don't sweat the technique shorty rocks I do the same

But yet I use Philly Blunts, she said "I dealt with Philly Blunts
Because I heard for silly stunts"
I said, "Nah, they slower, right now I really don't know ya
But maybe later on I can get to ya"

A love is the law that we live by
Day by day I wonder why my had to die
I reminisce over my ghetto everyday
it up for my shorty, shorty

A ghetto love is the law we live by
Day by day I wonder why my had to die
I reminisce over my ghetto princess
it up for my shorty, shorty

So now we on the train
the fingernails now shorty got the hairdo of pain
Now she got flava
A tough leather jacket, some jeans
And a chain that her gave her

Got off the train about 6:34 she wasn't
She had grub for the dog so we hit the
to the crib and turned the lights on
A mad magazine from Essence to Right On

A couch, stero system with crazy CD's
'cause she got G'z
She said "Cheeks do you want", she said "I'm gonna feed the dog"
I said "Alright, I'm gonna roll this blunt"

She came back with stretch and a ponytail
A t-shirt, a yo, Fam I got a tender-roni
We're sittin' on the chattin'
We're blunts off the balcony, we're stearin' at Manhattan now

She feelin' on my chest, I started feelin' on the breasts
And there's no for me to stress the rest
A yo, I got myself a
We a blunt before we ate, and a blunt after we ate dinner

She had a she only wanted Bo to see
But first dim the lights and up the Jodeci
I'm like whatever rock we can swing it like that
'Cause on the real this is it's at

A ghetto love is the law we live by
Day by day I wonder why my had to die
I reminisce my ghetto princess everyday
it up for my shorty, shorty

A ghetto love is the law we live by
Day by day I why my shorty had to die
I reminisce my ghetto princess everyday
it up for my shorty, shorty

I woke up the next day on the
A letter's on the and this what the letter said
It said "Cheeks, I'll be around two
You was deep in your sleep so I didn't want to you"

I left my number for shorty to me later,
Got dressed, smoked the and then I bounced towards the elevator
I got a beep around
I'm askin' shorty, "What's up you?"
She's askin', up with me

And now we been for weeks
dinner with my shorty, crack a 40 with my naughty freaks
Hey man, I been in love
But everytime I'm in and outta state it's shorty that I'm thinkin' of

I'm hangin' out with my crew I get a beep from
Renee uses code too
But yet I'm chattin' with her mom
She said Renee has been shot so Cheeks, meet me up at St.

I jumps on the Van Wyck, I make it there quick
A yo, this is gettin' mad thick
Not even of the po nine I'm doin' a buck, who gives a fuck
I'm boom and the whole nine

I gotta see what's goin' on and by the time I reach the
They tell me "Mr. Cheeks, is gone"
I'm beer out for my shorty who ain't here
I'm from the ghetto so listen this is how I shed my

A ghetto love is the law we live by
Day by day I wonder why my had to die
I reminisce over my ghetto everyday
it up for my shorty, shorty

A ghetto love is the law that we by
Day by day I why my shorty had to die
I reminisce over my ghetto everyday
Give it up for my shorty,

A ghetto love is the law that we by
Day by day I wonder why my had to die
I reminisce my ghetto princess everyday
it up for my shorty, shorty

A love is the law that we live by
Day by day I wonder why my had to die
I over my ghetto princess everyday
it up for my shorty, shorty