Luyện nghe bài hát Who We Be

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

They know who we be
don't know 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 (uh!), the children, the thugs (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 we use to solve '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, and it goes (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 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 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, knows what happened (what!)
The two years in a box, revenge, the (uh!)
The twenty-three hours locked, the one hour that's not (uh!)
The silence, the dark, the so fragile (a'ight!)
The wish that the would have took you when they had you (damn!)
The days, the months, the years,
One night on my knees, here it the prayer

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This is all about
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 and tribulations (uh), my heart, my balls (uh)
My mother, my father - I love 'em, I 'em (uh!)
Wish God, I have '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 carried a gauge (a'ight!)
Somebody stop me (please!), come and get me (what!)
Little did I know that the 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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