Luyện nghe bài hát Wussup Wit' The Love

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

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

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

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

Mommy and Daddy they got married, make love every night
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 hope she hugs me, 'cause she dug me.
I figure still I hustle, with the fool at school,
The one Momma sold my sneakers, thought she says he's freakin' her,
Had the doubt until I caught 'em, then I fought 'im, then she me,
at me talkin' 'bout I messed up her ten dollars.

God damn! Drug 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 speak to the youth, and the is they all high.
What can I say but watch back, youngster,
As I sit and wonder, my brother's steadily goin' under.
It's a curse, and it hurts 'cause it's worse,
crazy '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'. This old lady
the police. Just 'cause he was black, stomped my homey. He
couldn't 'em though 'cause he had his headphones on. They ain't
chase him, they didn't shine their lights on him. just shot him
...dead!]

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

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

up!
up!

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

up!
Please....wake up.