Luyện nghe bài hát Wussup Wit the Luv

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

Now, men racism, black folks in prison, me bar
What's on with the luh-uh-ove?
Boo-ya-kaw is the sound, goin' down in the worst way
I got my son a gun for his

Now had enough, everybody wants to be tough
But I give the props to brothers on my
Instead of to be above
'Cause I see nothin' feminine about givin' your brother some

Look deeply in other's eyes, you know we are the ones
Racism is a cloud that blocks us the sun
One brother speaks in African, one Jamaican 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
wit the love, wussup wit the love?
Wussup wit the love, wit the love?

Mommy and Daddy they got married, they love every night
But Momma's tired, and Poppa hits the pipe at night
I see 'em kissin' wishin' I got the props Pops, I mean the rocks, got
I hope she hugs me, 'cause she dug me

I still I hustle, tussle with the fool at school
The one Momma sold my sneakers, thought she says he's freakin' her
Had the doubt until I caught 'em, then I fought 'em, she slapped me
Hollered at me talkin' 'bout I up her ten dollars

Goddamn! dealers dealin' to the kiddies
Livin' in the city ain't no pity on the
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 watch back, youngster
As I sit and wonder, my brother's steadily goin' under
like a curse, and it hurts 'cause it's worse
Momma's crazy 'cause her baby's in a
wit the love?

This land once owned by Indians, who then learn to burn
A tragedy, because from them there was so to learn
You will the key to life is checking for you friends
Everything's gonna be
I got to let you that I'm in love with you

(Dope fiends their babies)
I'm so in love you
(I know man, you even 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 thang?)
Yeah, man, I'm strapped go hit 'em

It blows my mind to see so people sufferin'
(So people)
It blows my to see so many people down
(Everybody's down)

And I can't understand, why there must be such fighting
(Everybody's crazy)
It blows my mind to see the pain all around
(The that's all around)

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