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
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

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

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 they still get along

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

Mommy and Daddy got married, they make love 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 with the at school
The one that sold my sneakers, thought she says he's freakin' her
Had the until I caught 'em, then I fought 'em, then she slapped me
Hollered at me talkin' I messed up her ten dollars

Goddamn! dealers dealin' to the kiddies
Livin' in the city no pity on the itty-bitty
We try to cry, but they all die
I try to speak to the youth, and the truth is they all

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

This land owned by Indians, who then would learn to burn
A tragedy, because from them was so much to learn
You will find the key to is checking for you friends
Everything's be alright
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 with you
(Fool about 'what's up', fool don't 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 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 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, wit the love?
Wussup wit the love, wussup wit the