Luyện nghe bài hát Who We Be

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

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

What they know is
The bullshit, the (uh), the guns, the armor (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 mothers - it happens too (why?)
The problems, the we use to solve '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, and it goes (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 grass too to see (uh, uh!)
The lawnmower sittin' 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 ass kicked (a'ight)
The lawyers, the part they are of the (uh-huh)
The release, the warning, "Try not, to get in trouble." (Damn!)
The snitches, the odds (uh), probation, (what!)
The new charge, the bail, the warrant, the (damn!)
The cell, the bus, the ride up (uh-huh)
The greens, the boots, the yard, the (uh!)
The fightin', the stabbin', the pullin', the (what!)
The riot squad with the captain, knows what happened (what!)
The two years in a box, revenge, the (uh!)
The hours that's locked, the one hour that's 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, here it comes: the

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

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