Luyện nghe bài hát Wussup Wit' The Love

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

Now, men want racism, black in prison, me bar
What's on with 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 the props to brothers on my level instead of trying to be above,
'Cause I see nothin' feminine about givin' brother some love.
Look deeply in each eyes: you know we are the ones
Racism is a cloud that us from the sun.
One speaks in African, one sings Jamaican songs,
Both of are black men, but they still can't get along.

Wussup wit' the love, wit' the love?
Wussup wit' the love, wit' the love?
Wussup wit' the love, wussup the love?
Wussup wit' the love, wit' 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 needed to get
sleep, she told him to turn his down, and he just straight flipped
on her: slapped her all up the wall, cursed her out...]

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

God damn! Drug dealin' to the kiddies,
in the city ain't no pity 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 your back, youngster,
As I sit and wonder, my brother's steadily goin' under.
It's like a curse, and it hurts it's worse,
Momma's crazy 'cause her 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 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 once owned by Indians, who then would learn to burn.
A treagedy, from them there was so much to learn,
You will find the key to life is for you friends,
Everything's be alright,
I got to let you know I'm in love with you.
[Dope sellin' their babies]
I'm so in love you.
[I man, you can't even say 'what's up' to a brother no more]
People, I'm in with you.
[Fool talkin' 'what's up', fool don't know me man...]
Yes I'm in with you.
[...I put one in him! Hey, yo, you got thang?
Yeah, man, I'm

It my mind to see so many people sufferin'
[So many
It blows my to see so many people down,
[Everybody's
And I just can't understand, why must be such 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, wussup wit' the
Wussup wit' the love, wit' the love?

up!
up!

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

up!
Please....wake up.