Luyện nghe bài hát The Joy

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

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

Add a little sugar, honey suckle
Great expression of
Boy, you could not miss with a dozen
would astound you
The joy of children around you
are the makings of you

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

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

This is my momma
I used to hear through the walls in the hood
I was back in my pajama shit
Afro's and sticks, seeds and the ganja hat
Will be popping the sample that I'm rhyming with
Pete Rock, let the needle
I seen so much as a kid surprised I don't needle pop
Taking sips of pop, six of millanips
champel, Valentine L
Bally's on my feet me balance out well
That and the shit I used to on the scale
I got it honest from the parties from my
Virgin Mary's try to her, I'm like "where the Madonna's now?"
Give all glory to Gloria, they said "you that boy too fast,
But you was a warrior"
We victorious, they'll never the joy from us

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

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