Luyện nghe bài hát Wussup Wit' The Love

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

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

Wussup wit' the love, wussup the love?
Wussup the love, wussup wit' the love?
Wussup wit' the love, wussup wit' the
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 needed to get
sleep, she told him to turn his music down, and he just straight
on her: slapped her all up against the wall, her out...]

Mommy and Daddy they got married, they make 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 until I caught 'em, I fought 'im, then she slapped me,
Hollered at me talkin' I messed up her ten dollars.

God damn! Drug dealin' to the kiddies,
in the city ain't no pity on the itty-bitty.
We try to cry, but still all die,
I try to to the youth, and the truth is they all high.
can I say but watch your 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 her baby's in a herse.
Wussup the love?

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

This once owned by Indians, who then would learn to burn.
A treagedy, because from them there was so to learn,
You will 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 love you.
[I know man, you can't say 'what's up' to a brother no more]
People, I'm in love you.
[Fool talkin' about 'what's up', fool don't 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,
[Everybody's
And I just understand, why there must be such fighting,
[Everybody's acting
It blows my mind to see the that's all around.
[...the pain all around]
Wussup the love, wussup wit' the love?
Wussup wit' the love, wussup wit' the
Wussup wit' the love, wit' the love?

up!
up!

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

up!
Please....wake up.