Luyện nghe bài hát Sorry I'm Away So Much

(Xzibit talking)
Come Tre, what's up son, come on
To it may concern, yeah, listen
I'm away so much, yeah, yeah
All the sons, daughters, penitentary niggas, yeah, me
Uh, sorry I'm so much, yeah

(Xzibit)
My son was born about four and a half ago
Nothin protected him, how fast they grow
I came to know about his likes and his dislikes,
Video games, taught him how to ride his bike
is the life my little nigga, I see you gettin all upset
When I leave the house, poutin, let me tell you
Tryna make it in world and provide for you
'Cause on them plane rides I miss you too
Never knew that I would have to be away so
Five thousand dollar phone bills in touch
We and Hutch, yeah, we partners for life, yeah
I rock mics, so I'm sorry when I hug you if I too tight
Long nights in the take me away
Gettin mad 'cause I'm tired and you want me to
Money can't replace time, I'm just tryna get you outta the relyin
And your mind my lil' ni', yeah
Yeah,

(Chorus-X)
Look, I'm away so much
Understand me,
for you, hah, yeah (you, and you, and you)
C'mon, look, sorry I'm so much
Huh, we it gangsta

(Xzibit)
I got a brother down, he be out in a couple
Knuckle for knuckle, a and nothin but muscle
Now broadcastin live from the wall
Stayin tight through long and telephone calls
Gettin when you see your brother on T.V.
Can't wait for your so you can roll with me
Arrange everything exactly how supposed to be
For right now here's a thousand, J, lo-key
You say Xzibit, whyn't you pay a nigga a visit
limits got me movin a million miles a minute
Knee deep, gotta strike the iron is hot
Still gotta eat and the lights on when it's not
Sleepin on cots, wounds got you in knots
I wish I was there to snatch you up instead of the
it, do the time and get it out of the way
You goin convict to corporate nigga in one day (in one day)

(Chorus)

(Quik)
Now I ain't been this hot before
So in essence it's obvious, I ain't never this out before
I'm 25-8 days, 366 times a year
Up in the studio and mixin rhymes in here
Nothin but beer, bud smoke, Hen and Coke, women and
playa niggas there
Not the kinda I really wanna bring my son
Get on lil' Dane, gon' in and have you some fun
Used to be ??? be up there sewin ya clothes
While I'm with you on the Playstation showin you
Hit the X stupid, forward, left, right, X
Now I'm tryna get your fund, bustin with X

(Suga Free)
Come here, that here dada,
no no don't do that mama dada be back
Here go your ba-ba, Pampers, flashy ???, you can see
You figure out
why dada talkin to you this glass on the phone
Ooh, I socked a bitch and then she snitched, but be home
Can't keep me away, just can't away

(Chorus-Suga Free)
(Suga Free to fade)