Luyện nghe bài hát Time

3 kids off being friends to the end
Growing up in a time turned boys to men
Carlo was the slick one, the little liked him
And all the little in the hood, wanted to fight him

But Carlo, main nigga wasn't having that
James had boxing and left niggaz laying flat
All of us 12 or 13 at the
cheap wine and smokin' brown bag dimes

I was writing rhyme in class at school
Waitin' for the bell to ring so we can go and pool
One day, some up the niggaz came talking shit
Bragin' on they clique and how many crews they with

Tryin' to start some extra clip shit, them so for real
so cool to get with fucked his whole grill
Carlo, that slick nigga a 22
They got some heat too, what the fuck we do?

Bust and hit the door, now we in the alleyway
Running, heart pumpin' tryin' to see another day
Blessed to the mayhem
Time and again, we escaped the mayhem

Yo, what's goin' on dogg?
Man, shit goin' down dogg
What's down with you?
I heard you got rich, uh?
You don't around with us
In the no more, uh?

You know funny how shit changes, right?
How life can loosen up a that's so tight
Years all the horseplay and misdemeanor crimes
Us being homeboys, seem so fine

Years of just around, rappin' in the neighborhood
Found me with a gold album, to live my life good
Carlo got popped 8 keys in a minivan
Somewhere in Tex, Arcan, doin' about a man

nigga James, straight cutthroat on them snouts
Robbin' boys, gettin' what the fuck he want
The game changed, now you gotta play death
Now I have to ask

Do you remember your childhood, when
You didn't have to have loot, to have
Now it's all about your Benjamin's, your flow
And if a nigga with that, he better know

changed everything, between us
And if I see you in the streets, I gotta
You to be a friend to me, one I could trust
Now if you see me in the streets, you bust

One day, I'm on my way to the studio, ya
Pick up a zip of hay, I drop off my kids
Flippin' the hood, seen James with his little crew
Blue rags up, in a top Malibu

Bloodshot eyes, I smell the dip burnin'
DJ Squeaky, flashin' what the earnin'
He asked about Carlo, well what can I
I write him when I get a but I pray for him everyday

Lookin' at my ride, tellin' me nigga you up
Fuckin' with rappin' stuff, I guess you just forgot about us
Na cat, it ain't like that, I eat
when James clicked and pulled out his fuckin' heat

I hit the gas, he kept bustin' the clip was empty
17 shots and nothin' hot nip me
Quickly, grabbed my shit and opened it up
The on the passenger side instantly died

James bailed, I chase, fuck the consequence
If I let him live, start another incident
12 years ago, I thought I'd see the day
Shit would ever be way

Do you remember childhood, back when
You have to have loot, to have friends
Now it's all about your Benjamin's, your flow
And if a nigga fuck that, he better know

Time everything, between us
And if I see you in the streets, I bust
You to be a friend to me, one I could trust
Now if you see me in the streets, you better