Luyện nghe bài hát Time

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

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

I was into writing rhyme in at school
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 crews click with

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

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

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

You know it's funny how shit changes,
How life can loosen up a friendship that's so
Years all the horseplay and misdemeanor crimes
Us being homeboys, didn't so fine

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

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

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

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

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

eyes, I could smell the dip burnin'
Bumpin' DJ Squeaky, flashin' what the
He asked Carlo, well what can I say?
I write him when I get a chance but I pray for him

Lookin' at my ride, me nigga you comin' up
Fuckin' with that rappin' stuff, I guess you forgot about us
Na cat, it like that, I gotta eat
That's when James and pulled out his fuckin' heat

I hit the gas, he kept bustin' till the clip was
17 and didn't nothin' hot nip me
Quickly, my shit and opened it up wide
The nigga on the passenger side 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 ever be this way

Do you your childhood, back when
You didn't have to have loot, to have
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 used to be a friend to me, one I could
Now if you see me in the streets, you better