Luyện nghe bài hát Time

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

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

I was into writing 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 clique and how many crews they click with

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

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

Yo, what's been on dogg?
Man, that shit goin' dogg
What's down with you?
I heard you got rich, uh?
You don't fuck 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 so fine

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

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

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

Time everything, between 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

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

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

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

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

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

Do you remember childhood, back when
You didn't have to have loot, to friends
Now it's all your Benjamin's, your cash 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 to be a friend to me, one I could trust
Now if you see me in the streets, you better