Luyện nghe bài hát Wussup Wit' The Love

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

Now, men racism, black folks 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 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 nothin' feminine about givin' your brother love.
Look deeply in each other's eyes: you we are the ones
is a cloud that blocks us from the sun.
One brother in African, one sings Jamaican songs,
Both of them are black men, but they can't get along.

wit' the love, wussup wit' the love?
Wussup wit' the love, wussup the love?
wit' the love, wussup wit' the love?
Wussup 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, they all in the
same with 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: slapped her all up against the wall, her out...]

Mommy and Daddy they got married, make love every night
But Momma's gettin' tired, and hits the pipe at night.
I see 'em kissin' wishin' I got the props Pops, I mean the rocks, got
I she hugs me, 'cause 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, she slapped me,
Hollered at me 'bout I messed up her ten dollars.

God damn! Drug dealin' to the kiddies,
Livin' in the city ain't no 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.
can I say but watch your back, youngster,
As I sit and wonder, my brother's steadily goin' under.
It's a curse, and it hurts 'cause it's worse,
Momma's crazy 'cause her in a herse.
Wussup wit' the

[Yo, my homey was joggin in this white neighborhood, he had
his headphones on, right, you know, just joggin'. This old called
the police. 'cause he was black, they stomped my homey. He
couldn't here 'em though 'cause he had his headphones on. ain't
chase him, they didn't shine their on him. They just shot him
...dead!]

land 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,
gonna be alright,
I got to let you know that I'm in with you.
fiends sellin' their babies]
I'm so in with you.
[I know man, you can't even say up' to a brother no more]
People, I'm in love you.
[Fool talkin' about 'what's up', fool 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 blows my to see so many people down,
[Everybody's
And I just can't understand, why there must be fighting,
acting crazy]
It my mind to see the pain that's all around.
[...the that's all around]
wit' the love, wussup wit' the love?
Wussup wit' the love, wit' the love?
Wussup wit' the love, wussup wit' the

up!
up!

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

up!
Please....wake up.