Luyện nghe bài hát The Joy

Add a little sugar, suckle lamb
expression of happiness
Boy, you could not miss with a dozen
Such astound you
The joy of children laughing you
are the makings of you

I do it for the fore-fathers and the authors
are not A&R's in the cheap office
Rappers never got signed but they keep offers
Girls that's way too fine for us to off us
Gave her a only for my man's sake
She in her birthday suit cause of the damn
Now there's crumbs all over the place
And she me to cum all over her damn face
I never planned parenthood
Cause I never met nobody plan to be a in the hood
Taking refills of plan B pill
Another that won't make it to the family will
If I don't make it, take it, hope the family will
They ain't crazy they don't how insanity feel
Don C just had a so it's not that bad
But I hear the ghosts of the kids I never had

Add a little sugar, honey suckle
expression of happiness
Boy, you could not miss with a dozen
Such astound you
The joy of children laughing you
are the makings of you

No Electro, no metro, a little retro, I
You the demo, ya boy act wild
You ain't get the memo, back in style
Now when Rome go the other got Bridget
What's more tripped out is they sisters
Nah, you ain't listen, black, they sisters
They momma, named them white bitches
No next time you see me on your
Though the Jewerly's Egyptian, the hunger's Ethiopian
questions like "Is he gon' be dope again?"
Have you seen him? Has anybody spoke to
This deserves Hennessy, a bad bitch and a bag of weed, the Holy Trinity
In the mirror I see my only enemy
Your life's cursed, well an obscenity

Add a sugar, honey suckle lamb
Great of happiness
Boy, you could not miss a dozen roses
Such would you
The joy of children laughing you
are the makings of you

This is my shit
I used to hear through the walls in the hood
I was back in my pajama shit
Afro's and marijuana sticks, and the ganja hat
Will be popping like the sample I'm rhyming with
Rock, let the needle drop
I seen so much as a kid they surprised I needle pop
sips of pop, six packs of millanips
Pink champel, L
Bally's on my feet help me out well
and the shit I used to balance on the scale
I got it honest from the parties my momma's
Mary's try to judge her, I'm like "where the Madonna's now?"
Give all glory to Gloria, they said "you raised boy too fast,
But you was a warrior"
We victorious, never take the joy from us

Keep you hands up, get up
Don't let take your fire
you hands up, get mine up
Don't let them take fire
Keep you hands up, get up
Don't let them take fire
Keep you hands up, get up

It's Rock, Kanye, one, two, okay
It's Rock, Kanye, one, two, okay
It's Rock, Kanye, one, two, okay
It's Pete Rock, Kanye, one, two,