Luyện nghe bài hát Time

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

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

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

Tryin' to start some extra clip shit, them so for real
so cool to get with fucked his whole grill
Carlo, that nigga pulled 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' fast tryin' to see day
Blessed to escape the
Time and again, we escaped the mayhem

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

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

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

That nigga James, straight cutthroat on them
dope boys, gettin' what the fuck he want
The game changed, now you play with 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 cash
And if a nigga fuck with that, he better

Time changed everything, us
And if I see you in the streets, I gotta
You used to be a friend to me, one I trust
Now if you see me in the streets, you better

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

Bloodshot eyes, I could the dip burnin'
Bumpin' DJ Squeaky, flashin' the earnin'
He about Carlo, well what can I say?
I him when I get a chance but I pray for him everyday

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

I hit the gas, he kept till the clip was empty
17 and didn't nothin' hot nip me
Quickly, grabbed my shit and it up wide
The nigga on the passenger side died

James bailed, I gave chase, the consequence
If I let him live, he'll start another
12 ago, I never thought I'd see the day
Shit ever be this way

Do you remember your childhood, back
You didn't to have loot, to have friends
Now it's all about your Benjamin's, your cash
And if a nigga fuck with that, he better

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