Luyện nghe bài hát Wussup Wit' The Love

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

Now, men want racism, black 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, 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 you know we are the ones
Racism is a cloud that us from the sun.
One brother speaks in African, one sings songs,
Both of them are black men, but still can't get along.

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

Mommy and Daddy they got married, they make love every
But gettin' tired, and Poppa hits the pipe at night.
I see 'em kissin' I got the props that Pops, I mean the rocks, got
I hope she me, 'cause she never dug me.
I figure I hustle, tussle with the fool at school,
The one that Momma sold my sneakers, thought she he's 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 dealers to the kiddies,
Livin' in the ain't no pity on the itty-bitty.
We try to cry, but still all die,
I try to speak to the youth, and the 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 homey was in this upper-class white neighborhood, he had
his headphones on, right, you know, joggin'. This old lady called
the police. Just 'cause he was black, stomped my homey. He
couldn't here 'em though 'cause he had his headphones on. They
chase him, they didn't their lights on him. They just shot him
...dead!]

land once owned by Indians, who then would learn to burn.
A treagedy, because from them there was so to learn,
You find the key to life is checking for you friends,
Everything's be alright,
I got to let you know I'm in love with you.
fiends sellin' their babies]
I'm so in with 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 love you.
[...I put one in him! Hey, yo, you got your
Yeah, man, I'm

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

up!
up!

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

up!
Please....wake up.