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 one, the little girls liked him
And all the little in the hood, wanted to fight him

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

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

Tryin' to start some extra clip shit, them so for real
James so to get with fucked his whole 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 escape the
Time and again, we escaped the mayhem

Yo, been goin' on dogg?
Man, that goin' down dogg
goin' down with you?
I done you got rich, uh?
You fuck around with us
In the no more, uh?

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

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

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

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

changed everything, between us
And if I see you in the streets, I bust
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, after I drop off my
Flippin' the hood, seen James with his little crew
rags up, in a drop top Malibu

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

Lookin' at my ride, tellin' me nigga you up
Fuckin' that rappin' stuff, I guess you just forgot about us
Na cat, it ain't like that, I 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 side instantly

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

Do you remember childhood, back when
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

Time changed everything, 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