Luyện nghe bài hát Wussup Wit' The Love

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

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

wit' the love, wussup wit' the love?
Wussup wit' the love, wussup wit' the
Wussup wit' the love, wit' the love?
wit' the love, wussup 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 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 straight flipped
on slapped her all up against the wall, cursed her out...]

and Daddy they got married, they make love every night
But Momma's gettin' tired, and hits the pipe at night.
I see 'em kissin' wishin' I got the props that Pops, I the rocks, got
I hope she hugs me, she never 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 fought 'im, then she me,
Hollered at me 'bout I messed up her ten dollars.

God damn! Drug dealers 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 speak to the youth, and the truth is all high.
What can I say but watch back, youngster,
As I sit and wonder, my other brother's steadily under.
It's like a curse, and it hurts it's worse,
Momma's crazy 'cause her in a herse.
Wussup the love?

[Yo, my homey was joggin in 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
couldn't here 'em though he had his headphones on. They ain't
chase him, they shine their lights on him. They just shot him
...dead!]

This land once owned by Indians, who then learn to burn.
A treagedy, because them there was so much to learn,
You find the key to life is checking for you friends,
Everything's be alright,
I got to let you know that I'm in love you.
[Dope fiends sellin' 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 love 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 your
Yeah, man, I'm

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

up!
up!

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

up!
Please....wake up.