Luyện nghe bài hát Who We Be

Uh,
Another one of
(This is for my Q)
Down to joints
(Rest in peace,
You how we roll)

They know who we be
don't know who we be

What don't know is
The bullshit, the drama (uh), the guns, the (what!)
The city, the farmer, the babies, the (what!)
The projects, the drugs (uh!), the children, the (Uh!)
The tears, the hugs, the love, the (c'mon!)
The funerals, the wakes, the churches, the (uh!)
The heartbroken - it happens too often (why?)
The problems, the things we use to 'em (what!)
Yonkers, the (uh!), Brooklyn, Harlem (c'mon!)
The hurt, the pain, the dirt, the (uh!)
The jerk, the fame, the work, the (uh!)
The friends, the foes, the Benz, the hos (what!)
The studios, the shows, comes and it (c'mon!)
The jealousy, the envy, the phony, the (uh-huh!)
The one gave 'em the slugs, the one that put 'em in me (woo!)
The snakes, the too long to see (uh, uh!)
The sittin' right next to the tree (c'mon!)

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What we is
The streets, the cops, the system, (uh-huh)
The options, get shot, go to jail, or getcha ass (a'ight)
The lawyers, the part are of the puzzle (uh-huh)
The release, the warning, "Try not, to get in trouble." (Damn!)
The snitches, the (uh), probation, parole (what!)
The new charge, the bail, the warrant, the (damn!)
The cell, the bus, the up North (uh-huh)
The greens, the boots, the yard, the (uh!)
The fightin', the stabbin', the pullin', the (what!)
The riot squad with the captain, nobody what happened (what!)
The two years in a box, revenge, the (uh!)
The twenty-three hours that's locked, the one hour not (uh!)
The silence, the dark, the mind so (a'ight!)
The wish that the streets would have you when they had you (damn!)
The days, the months, the years,
One night on my knees, it comes: the prayer

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This here is all
My wife, my kids (uh-huh), the life that I (uh-huh)
Through the I was his (uh-huh), it was right what I did (uh-huh)
My ups and downs (uh), my slips, my (uh)
My and tribulations (uh), my heart, my balls (uh)
My mother, my father - I love 'em, I 'em (uh!)
Wish God, I didn't have 'em, but I'm glad that he 'em (uh!)
The roaches, the rats, the strays, the (what, what!)
The guns, knives and bats, time we scrap
The hustlin', the dealin', the robbin', the (uh!)
The shit hit the ceilin', little boy no feelin's (damn)
The frustration, rage, trapped inside a
The beatings till the age I a twelve gauge (a'ight!)
Somebody me (please!), somebody come and get me (what!)
Little did I know that the Lord was ridin' me
The dark, the light (uh), my (uh), the fight (uh)
The wrong (uh!), the (uh!), it's gone (uh!), a'ight!

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