Luyện nghe bài hát Sorry I'm Away So Much

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

(Xzibit)
My son was born four and a half years ago
Nothin protected him, amazin how fast grow
I came to know his likes and his dislikes, yeah
games, taught him how to ride his first bike
This is the life my little nigga, I see you all upset
When I leave the house, poutin, let me tell you
Tryna it in this world and provide for you
on them overseat plane rides I miss you too
Never that I would have to be away so much
Five thousand phone bills keepin in touch
We and Hutch, yeah, we partners for life, yeah
I rock mics, so I'm sorry when I hug you if I squeeze too
Long in the studio take me away
Gettin mad 'cause I'm and you want me to play
Money can't replace time, I'm just tryna get you outta the fine
And expand your 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, I'm away so much
Huh, we it gangsta

(Xzibit)
I got a locked down, he be out in a couple
Knuckle for knuckle, a veteran and but muscle
Now live from behind the wall
Stayin tight long kites and telephone calls
Gettin hype when you see your on T.V.
Can't wait for your release so you can roll me
Arrange everything how it's supposed to be
For right now here's a thousand, J, stay
You say damn Xzibit, whyn't you pay a nigga a
Time limits got me movin a million miles a
Knee deep, strike while the iron is hot
gotta eat and keep the lights on when it's not
Sleepin on cots, bullet wounds got you in
I I was there to snatch you up instead of the cops
Muthafuck it, do the and get it out of the way
You goin from convict to corporate in one day (in one day)

(Chorus)

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

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

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