Luyện nghe bài hát Wussup Wit' The Love

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

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

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

[Yo, I know this named Tony, he beat up his own mom, man.
[Nah, man]. up. Him and his two brothers, they all live in the
same with his mom, right. [Right]. They all in their twenties,
she the only one working. Anyway, one she needed to get some
sleep, she told him to turn his music down, and he just straight
on her: slapped her all up against the wall, 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 wishin' 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, tussle with the at school,
The one that Momma sold my sneakers, thought she says he's her,
Had the doubt I caught 'em, then I fought 'im, then she slapped 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 still all die,
I try to speak to the youth, and the truth is all high.
can I say but watch your back, youngster,
As I sit and wonder, my other brother's steadily under.
It's like a curse, and it hurts 'cause worse,
Momma's 'cause her baby's in a herse.
Wussup wit' the

[Yo, my homey was in this upper-class white 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 'em though 'cause he had his headphones on. They ain't
chase him, they didn't shine their lights on him. They just him
...dead!]

This land once owned by Indians, who then learn to burn.
A treagedy, because from 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.
fiends sellin' their babies]
I'm so in love you.
[I know man, you even say 'what's 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 love you.
[...I put one in him! Hey, yo, you got thang?
Yeah, man, I'm

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

up!
up!

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

up!
Please....wake up.