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 don't who we be
They know who we be

they don't 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 - 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 gave 'em the slugs, the one that put 'em in me (woo!)
The snakes, the grass too to see (uh, uh!)
The lawnmower 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 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 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 happened (what!)
The two years in a box, revenge, the (uh!)
The twenty-three hours that's locked, the one hour not (uh!)
The silence, the dark, the mind so (a'ight!)
The wish that the streets would 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 here is all
My wife, my (uh-huh), the life that I live (uh-huh)
Through the I was his (uh-huh), it was right what 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 didn't have 'em, but I'm that he made 'em (uh!)
The roaches, the rats, the strays, the (what, what!)
The guns, knives and bats, time 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 till the age I 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 (uh), the fight (uh)
The wrong (uh!), the right (uh!), it's (uh!), a'ight!

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