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
Sorry I'm so much, yeah, 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 to know about his likes and his dislikes, yeah
Video games, him how to ride his first bike
is the life my little nigga, I see you gettin all upset
When I leave the house, poutin, let me you about
Tryna make it in this and provide for you
'Cause on them overseat rides I miss you too
Never knew that I would have to be away so
Five thousand dollar phone bills keepin in
We Starskey and Hutch, yeah, we for life, yeah
I rock mics, so I'm sorry when I hug you if I squeeze too
Long nights in the studio me away
Gettin mad I'm tired and you want me to play
Money replace time, I'm just tryna get you outta the fine relyin
And expand your my lil' ni', yeah
Yeah,

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

(Xzibit)
I got a brother locked down, he be out in a
Knuckle for knuckle, a and nothin but muscle
Now live from behind the wall
tight through long kites and telephone calls
Gettin hype when you see brother on T.V.
Can't wait for your release so you can roll me
Arrange exactly how it's supposed to be
For now here's a thousand, J, stay lo-key
You say Xzibit, whyn't you pay a nigga a visit
Time limits got me movin a million a minute
Knee deep, strike while the iron is hot
Still gotta eat and the lights on when it's not
on cots, bullet wounds got you in knots
I wish I was there to you up instead of the cops
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 never this hot before
So in essence it's obvious, I ain't been this out before
I'm spending 25-8 days, 366 times a
Up in the freakin and mixin rhymes in here
Nothin but beer, bud smoke, Hen and Coke, and sheer
Callin playa niggas
Not the kinda place I really bring my son
Get on lil' Dane, gon' in and have you some fun
Used to be that ??? be up there ya clothes
While I'm you on the Playstation showin you codes
Hit the X stupid, forward, left, right, X
Now I'm tryna get your fund, bustin with X

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

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