Luyện nghe bài hát Who We Be

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

They don't who we be
don't 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 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 ass kicked (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 (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 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 streets would have you when they had you (damn!)
The days, the months, the years,
One night on my knees, it comes: the prayer

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This here is all
My wife, my kids (uh-huh), the 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 (uh), my heart, my balls (uh)
My mother, my father - I 'em, I hate '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 time we
The hustlin', the dealin', the robbin', the (uh!)
The hit the ceilin', little boy with no feelin's (damn)
The frustration, rage, trapped a cage
The beatings till the age I carried a gauge (a'ight!)
Somebody stop me (please!), somebody and get me (what!)
Little did I know that the Lord was ridin' me
The dark, the (uh), my heart (uh), the fight (uh)
The (uh!), the right (uh!), it's gone (uh!), a'ight!

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