Luyện nghe bài hát Wussup Wit the Luv

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

Now, men racism, black folks in prison, me bar
What's goin' on 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 we've had enough, everybody to be tough
But I give the props to on my level
Instead of to be above
'Cause I see nothin' feminine about your brother some love

Look in each other's eyes, you know we are the ones
is a cloud that blocks us from the sun
One speaks in African, one sings Jamaican songs
Both of them are black men, but they still get along

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

Mommy and Daddy they got married, they make every night
But Momma's tired, and Poppa hits the pipe at night
I see 'em wishin' 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 that Momma my sneakers, thought she says he's freakin' her
Had the doubt until I 'em, then I fought 'em, then she slapped me
Hollered at me talkin' 'bout I up her ten dollars

Goddamn! Drug dealers to the kiddies
Livin' in the city ain't no on the itty-bitty
We try to cry, but still all die
I try to speak to the youth, and the truth is they all

What can I say but watch your back,
As I sit and wonder, my other steadily goin' under
It's like a curse, and it hurts it's worse
Momma's 'cause her baby's in a hearse
wit the love?

This once owned by Indians, who then would learn to burn
A tragedy, because from them there was so much to
You will find the key to life is checking for you
gonna be alright
I got to let you know I'm in love with you

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

And I just understand, why there must be such fighting
(Everybody's crazy)
It my mind to see the pain that's all around
(The that's all around)

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