Luyện nghe bài hát Wussup Wit' The Love

Wussup wit' the love, wussup wit' the
Wussup wit' the love, wussup wit' the

Now, men racism, black folks in prison, me bar
What's goin' on the luh-uh-ove?
is the sound, brothers goin' down in the worst way
I got my son a gun for his birthday.
Now we've had enough, everybody to be tough,
But I give the props to on my level instead of trying to be above,
'Cause I see nothin' feminine about givin' your some love.
Look deeply in each other's eyes: you we are the ones
Racism is a that blocks us from the sun.
One brother in African, one sings Jamaican songs,
Both of them are black men, but they can't get along.

Wussup the love, wussup wit' the love?
Wussup wit' the love, wussup wit' the
Wussup the love, wussup wit' the love?
Wussup wit' the love, wit' the love?

[Yo, I know brother named Tony, he beat up his own mom, man.
[Nah, man]. up. Him and his two brothers, they all live in the
house with his mom, right. [Right]. They all in their twenties,
she the only one working. Anyway, one night she to get some
sleep, she told him to turn his music down, and he straight flipped
on her: slapped her all up against the wall, her out...]

Mommy and Daddy they got married, they make love every
But Momma's tired, and Poppa hits the pipe at night.
I see 'em kissin' I got the props that Pops, I mean the rocks, got
I she hugs me, 'cause she never dug me.
I still I hustle, tussle with the fool at school,
The one that Momma sold my sneakers, thought she he's freakin' her,
Had the doubt until I caught 'em, then I fought 'im, then she me,
Hollered at me talkin' 'bout I up her ten dollars.

God damn! dealers dealin' to the kiddies,
Livin' in the city ain't no on the itty-bitty.
We try to cry, but they all die,
I try to to the youth, and the truth is they all high.
What can I say but watch back, youngster,
As I sit and wonder, my other brother's steadily under.
like a curse, and it hurts 'cause it's worse,
Momma's 'cause her baby's in a herse.
Wussup wit' the

[Yo, my homey was joggin in this upper-class neighborhood, he had
his headphones on, right, you know, just joggin'. old lady called
the police. Just 'cause he was black, stomped my homey. He
couldn't here 'em though 'cause he had his headphones on. ain't
chase him, they shine their lights on him. They just shot him
...dead!]

This land owned by Indians, who then would learn to burn.
A treagedy, because them there was so much to learn,
You will find the key to is checking for you friends,
gonna be alright,
I got to let you know that I'm in with you.
[Dope sellin' their babies]
I'm so in with you.
[I know man, you can't even say 'what's up' to a brother no
People, I'm in with you.
[Fool talkin' about 'what's up', fool know me man...]
Yes I'm in with you.
[...I put one in him! Hey, yo, you got your
Yeah, man, I'm

It blows my mind to see so people sufferin'
[So people]
It blows my mind to see so many down,
down]
And I just can't understand, why there must be fighting,
acting crazy]
It blows my mind to see the pain all around.
[...the that's all around]
Wussup wit' the love, wussup wit' the
Wussup wit' the love, wit' the love?
Wussup wit' the love, wussup the love?

up!
up!

Wussup wit' the love, wussup wit' the
Wussup wit' the love, wussup wit' the
Wussup wit' the love, wit' the love?
Wussup wit' the love, wit' the love?

up!
Please....wake up.