Luyện nghe bài hát Wussup Wit' The Love

Wussup wit' the love, wussup 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?
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 level of trying to be above,
I see nothin' feminine about givin' your brother some love.
Look deeply in each other's eyes: you know we are the
Racism is a cloud blocks us from the sun.
One brother speaks in African, one sings songs,
Both of them are black men, but they can't get along.

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

[Yo, I know brother named Tony, he beat up his own mom, man.
[Nah, man]. up. Him and his two brothers, they all live in the
same house with his mom, right. [Right]. They all in twenties,
she the only one working. Anyway, one night she needed to get
sleep, she told him to turn his music down, and he just straight
on slapped her all up against the wall, cursed her out...]

Mommy and Daddy they got married, make love every night
But Momma's gettin' tired, and Poppa the pipe at night.
I see 'em kissin' I got the props that Pops, I mean the rocks, got
I hope she hugs me, 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 I caught 'em, then I fought 'im, then she slapped me,
Hollered at me talkin' 'bout I up her ten dollars.

God damn! dealers 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 to the youth, and the truth is they all high.
What can I say but your back, youngster,
As I sit and wonder, my other brother's goin' under.
It's a curse, and it hurts 'cause it's worse,
Momma's 'cause her baby's in a herse.
Wussup wit' the

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

This once owned by Indians, who then would learn to burn.
A treagedy, because from 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 with you.
[Dope fiends sellin' babies]
I'm so in with you.
[I know man, you can't say 'what's up' to a brother no more]
People, I'm in love you.
[Fool about 'what's up', fool don't know me man...]
Yes I'm in love you.
[...I put one in him! Hey, yo, you got your
Yeah, man, I'm

It blows my mind to see so many sufferin'
[So people]
It my mind to see so many people down,
down]
And I just understand, why there must be such fighting,
acting crazy]
It blows my mind to see the pain all around.
[...the pain all around]
Wussup wit' the love, wussup wit' the
Wussup wit' the love, wussup the love?
Wussup wit' the love, wit' the love?

up!
up!

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

up!
Please....wake up.