Luyện nghe bài hát Time

3 kids off being 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 in the hood, wanted to fight him

But Carlo, main nigga 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' brown bag

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

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

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

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 know funny how shit changes, right?
How life can loosen up a friendship so tight
Years all the horseplay and misdemeanor crimes
Us homeboys, didn't seem so fine

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

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

Do you your childhood, back when
You have to have loot, to have friends
Now all about your Benjamin's, your cash flow
And if a nigga fuck with that, he better

changed 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 drop off my
Flippin' through the hood, James with his little crew
Blue rags up, in a top Malibu

eyes, I could smell the dip burnin'
Bumpin' DJ Squeaky, flashin' what the
He asked about Carlo, what can I say?
I write him I get a chance but I pray 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 that, I gotta eat
That's when clicked and pulled out his fuckin' heat

I hit the gas, he kept till the clip 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 ago, I never thought I'd see the day
would ever be this way

Do you remember your childhood, back
You have to have loot, to have friends
Now it's all your Benjamin's, your cash flow
And if a nigga fuck 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 trust
Now if you see me in the streets, you bust