Luyện nghe bài hát Who We Be

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

They know who we be
They 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 mothers - it happens too often (why?)
The problems, the things we use to 'em (what!)
Yonkers, the Bronx (uh!), Brooklyn, (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 that 'em the slugs, the one that put 'em in me (woo!)
The snakes, the grass too 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 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 with the captain, nobody knows what happened (what!)
The two in a box, revenge, the plots (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 took you 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 (uh-huh), the life that I live (uh-huh)
Through the night I was his (uh-huh), it was right I did (uh-huh)
My ups and (uh), my slips, my falls (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 'em, but I'm glad that he made 'em (uh!)
The roaches, the rats, the strays, the (what, what!)
The guns, knives and bats, every we scrap
The hustlin', the dealin', the robbin', the (uh!)
The shit hit the ceilin', little boy with no (damn)
The frustration, rage, inside a cage
The beatings till the age I a twelve gauge (a'ight!)
Somebody stop me (please!), come and get me (what!)
Little did I that the Lord was ridin' with me
The dark, the light (uh), my (uh), the fight (uh)
The wrong (uh!), the right (uh!), gone (uh!), a'ight!

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