Luyện nghe bài hát Wanne Be There

Yeah, you see, some men see things the way they are, and say,
I see that never was and say, why not?
wanna be there, you know? y'all realize, I hold this down

East New York, Eighty-two, First navy blue
First wife Kiesha Wilson with love, she was my boo
Crazy crew, dues, few of us made it thru
Front window, Ms. Glady's, that was my favorite
Hated school, went, hookie was better spend
Right around the time the god smoking dead presidents
Devilish ever since, for hope, needing some form of nourishment
It's skin starting to radiate
Hit on my baby-face mama could see that I'm there
She finally gave me space of pace moving quicker
Consuming liquor, humping on some chicks
to undo her zipper
Gucci who can diss us? 40 deuce movie pictures
What other way but poetically can I prove we
Drugs sold 'em, cars rode 'em, guns my scrotum,
Got locked, got right out, gave I owed 'em
Five they buried Will killed 'Po killed Phil
Donald Jones, shot clip hit Bill
Prince in prison, damn, Yam still
I can see him up in heaven my nigga to the rhythm
God, show me a way, give me another day
Open the lane up so I can make fuckers pay

Fo sho, I just be there, you know?
Realize I'm worth, the work I put in
And I to the table through the years
I ain't the average, ya
Respect my gangsta, all hustle
Steal it on 'em, you

Loving da game you gave me, my name is AZ
Never sold millions, but fuck it I'm here to the babies
Look how a lady me, so would say he crazy
I'm a nigga from Brooklyn repping the streets that made me
Rapping for quite a while, all around, tighter
One of the with the brightest smile, try me how?
all the aggra-zations, keep all the confrontations
I'm sitting contemplating to crack the combination
Move mystique mostly months I keep cozy
At time I only this is what the East showed me
More on to music making trying to relations
Ducking the dudes that's hatin', please don't make me lose my
I put it down for my face surrounds Allah
My consists of a hundred thousand bars
The god, please me, ya heard?