Luyện nghe bài hát Wussup Wit' The Love

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

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

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

[Yo, I know this brother named Tony, he 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 one working. Anyway, one night she needed to get some
sleep, she told him to turn his music down, and he just flipped
on her: her all up against the wall, cursed her out...]

Mommy and they 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 Pops, I mean the rocks, got
I hope she hugs me, 'cause she dug me.
I still I hustle, tussle with the fool at school,
The one that Momma sold my sneakers, thought she says freakin' her,
Had the doubt until I caught 'em, then I '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 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 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 the love?

[Yo, my homey was joggin in this white neighborhood, he had
his headphones on, right, you know, joggin'. This old lady called
the police. Just 'cause he was black, they my homey. He
couldn't 'em though 'cause he had his headphones on. They ain't
him, they didn't shine their lights on him. They 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 find the key to life is for you friends,
Everything's be alright,
I got to let you know that I'm in with you.
[Dope fiends their babies]
I'm so in love 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 thang?
Yeah, man, I'm

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

up!
up!

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

up!
Please....wake up.