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 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 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 too often (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 that 'em the slugs, the one that put 'em in me (woo!)
The snakes, the too long to see (uh, uh!)
The lawnmower sittin' right 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 squad with the captain, nobody knows what (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 mind so (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 comes: the

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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 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 that he '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 no feelin's (damn)
The frustration, rage, inside a cage
The till the age I carried a twelve gauge (a'ight!)
stop me (please!), somebody come and get me (what!)
Little did I know that the 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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