Luyện nghe bài hát Time

3 started off being friends to the end
Growing up in a that turned 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 James wasn't having that
James had boxing game and left niggaz laying
All of us 12 or 13 at the
Drinking cheap wine and smokin' bag dimes

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

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

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

Yo, what's goin' on dogg?
Man, that shit goin' dogg
What's goin' down with
I done 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
after all the horseplay and misdemeanor crimes
Us being homeboys, didn't seem so

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

That James, straight cutthroat on them snouts
Robbin' dope boys, gettin' what the fuck he
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 have
Now it's all about your Benjamin's, your flow
And if a nigga fuck with that, he know

changed everything, between us
And if I see you in the streets, I gotta
You used to be a friend to me, one I could
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, after I drop off my
Flippin' through the hood, seen James his little crew
Blue rags up, in a top Malibu

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

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

I hit the gas, he kept bustin' till the was empty
17 shots and didn't hot nip me
Quickly, grabbed my and opened it up wide
The nigga on the passenger instantly died

James bailed, I gave chase, fuck the
If I let him live, start another incident
12 years ago, I never I'd see the day
Shit ever be this way

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