Luyện nghe bài hát Sorry I'm Away So Much

(Xzibit talking)
Come here Tre, what's up son, 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 about four and a half ago
Nothin protected him, amazin how fast they
I came to know his likes and his dislikes, yeah
Video games, taught him how to his first 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 this world and for you
'Cause on them overseat rides I miss you too
Never that I would have to be away so much
Five dollar 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 tired and you want me to
Money can't replace time, I'm just tryna get you outta the fine
And expand your mind my ni', yeah
Yeah,

(Chorus-X)
Look, I'm away so much
me, yeah
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 locked down, he be out in a
Knuckle for knuckle, a veteran and but muscle
Now broadcastin from behind the wall
tight through long kites and telephone calls
Gettin when you see your brother on T.V.
Can't for your release so you can roll with me
Arrange everything how it's supposed to be
For now here's a thousand, J, stay lo-key
You say damn Xzibit, you pay a nigga a visit
Time limits got me a million miles a minute
deep, gotta strike while the iron is hot
Still gotta eat and keep the on when it's not
on cots, bullet wounds got you in knots
I I was there to snatch you up instead of the cops
it, do the time and get it out of the way
You goin from convict to corporate in one day (in one day)

(Chorus)

(Quik)
Now I never been this hot before
So in essence it's obvious, I ain't been 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, and sheer
Callin playa there
Not the kinda I really wanna bring my son
Get on lil' Dane, gon' in and have you some fun
Used to be that ??? be up there 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)
Come here, give that dada,
no no don't do mama 'cause dada be back
Here go your ba-ba, Pampers, ???, you can see that
You tryna out
why dada talkin to you through this on the phone
Ooh, I socked a and then she snitched, but I'll be home
Can't keep me away, just stay away

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