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

What they don't 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 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 gave 'em the slugs, the one put 'em in me (woo!)
The snakes, the too long to see (uh, uh!)
The lawnmower sittin' right next to the (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 they 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 with the captain, nobody knows what happened (what!)
The two years in a box, revenge, the (uh!)
The twenty-three that's locked, the one hour that's not (uh!)
The silence, the dark, the mind so (a'ight!)
The wish the streets would have took you when they had you (damn!)
The days, the months, the years,
One on my knees, here it comes: the prayer

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This is all about
My wife, my (uh-huh), the life that I live (uh-huh)
the night I was his (uh-huh), it was right what I did (uh-huh)
My ups and downs (uh), my slips, my (uh)
My trials and (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 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', boy with no feelin's (damn)
The frustration, rage, trapped a cage
The beatings the age I carried a twelve gauge (a'ight!)
Somebody 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 right (uh!), gone (uh!), a'ight!

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