Luyện nghe bài hát Wanne Be There

Yeah, you see, men see things the way they are, and say, why?
I see things that was and say, why not?
wanna be there, you know? y'all realize, I hold this down

East New York, Eighty-two, First pumas navy
First wife Kiesha with love, she was my baby boo
Crazy crew, paying dues, few of us it thru
Front window, Ms. Glady's, was my favorite view
Hated school, never went, was better spend
Right around the time the god rocks dead presidents
Devilish ever since, seeking for hope, some form of nourishment
eighty-eight skin starting to radiate
Hit on my baby-face mama could see that I'm there
She finally me space change of pace moving quicker
Consuming liquor, humping on some chicks
Trying to her zipper
Gucci who can diss us? 40 deuce movie pictures
What other way but poetically can I we scriptures?
sold 'em, cars rode 'em, guns near my scrotum,
Got locked, got right out, what I owed 'em
Five when they buried Will killed 'Po Phil
Donald Jones, shot clip hit Bill
Prince in prison, damn, Yam still
I can see him up in heaven my nigga dance to the
God, me a better way, give me another day
Open the up so I can make these fuckers pay

Fo sho, I wanna be there, you know?
what I'm worth, the work I put in
And I brought to the through the years
I ain't the average, ya
Respect my gangsta, it's all
it on 'em, you know?

Loving da you gave me, loving my name is AZ
sold millions, but fuck it I'm here to save the babies
Look how a raised me, so would say he crazy
I'm just a nigga from repping the streets that made me
Rapping for quite a while, all around, tighter
One of the with the brightest smile, try me how?
Save all the aggra-zations, keep all the
I'm sitting contemplating to crack the combination
Move mystique mostly months that I cozy
At time I creeped only this is what the East me
on to music making trying to renew relations
Ducking the dudes that's hatin', don't make me lose my patience
I put it down for y'all my face Allah
My consists of a hundred thousand bars
The god, please respect me, ya