Luyện nghe bài hát Sorry I'm Away So Much

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

(Xzibit)
My son was born four and a half years ago
Nothin him, amazin how fast they grow
I came to know about his likes and his dislikes,
Video games, taught him how to his first bike
This is the life my little nigga, I see you all upset
When I the house, poutin, let me tell you about
Tryna make it in world and provide for you
'Cause on overseat plane rides I miss you too
Never that I would have to be away so much
thousand dollar phone bills keepin in touch
We Starskey and Hutch, yeah, we for life, yeah
I rock mics, so I'm sorry when I hug you if I too tight
nights 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 the fine relyin
And expand your mind my ni', yeah
Yeah,

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

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

(Chorus)

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

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

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