Luyện nghe bài hát Wussup Wit' The Love

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

Now, men want racism, folks in prison, me bar
What's goin' on with the
Boo-ya-kaw is the sound, brothers goin' 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 brothers on my instead of trying to be above,
I see nothin' feminine about givin' your brother some love.
Look deeply in other's 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, wussup the love?
wit' the love, wussup wit' the love?
Wussup wit' the love, wussup the love?
wit' the love, wussup wit' the love?

[Yo, I know this brother Tony, he beat up his own mom, man.
[Nah, man]. Straight up. Him and his two brothers, all live in the
same house 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 just flipped
on slapped her all up against the wall, cursed her out...]

Mommy and Daddy got married, they make love every night
But gettin' tired, and Poppa hits the pipe at night.
I see 'em kissin' wishin' I got the props that Pops, I the rocks, got
I hope she me, 'cause she never dug me.
I figure still I hustle, tussle with the at school,
The one that sold my sneakers, thought she says he's freakin' 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 ain't no pity on the itty-bitty.
We try to cry, but still 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 other brother's goin' under.
It's like a curse, and it hurts 'cause worse,
Momma's crazy 'cause her 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'. This old called
the police. Just he was black, they stomped my homey. He
here '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 owned by Indians, who then would to burn.
A treagedy, because from them was so much to learn,
You will find the key to life is for you friends,
gonna be alright,
I got to let you know I'm in love 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.
talkin' about 'what's up', fool don't 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 many
It my mind to see so many people down,
down]
And I just can't understand, why must be such fighting,
[Everybody's acting
It blows my to see the pain that's all around.
[...the pain that's all
Wussup the love, wussup wit' the love?
Wussup the love, wussup wit' the love?
Wussup wit' the love, wussup the love?

up!
up!

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

up!
Please....wake up.