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 girls him
And all the little niggaz in the hood, wanted to 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
cheap wine and smokin' brown bag dimes

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

Tryin' to some extra clip shit, them niggaz 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 fuck we do?

Bust and hit the door, now we in the alleyway
Running, heart pumpin' fast to see another day
to escape the mayhem
Time and time again, we the mayhem

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

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

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

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 with that, he better know

Time changed everything, 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 better

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 with his little crew
rags up, in a drop top Malibu

Bloodshot eyes, I could smell the dip
DJ Squeaky, flashin' what the earnin'
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
with that rappin' stuff, I guess you just forgot about us
Na cat, it like that, I gotta eat
That's James clicked and pulled out his fuckin' heat

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

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

Do you remember your childhood, 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 that, he better know

changed 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 bust