Luyện nghe bài hát Wussup Wit the Luv [Single Version]

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

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

Now we've had enough, wants to be tough
But I give the props to on my level
of trying 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 us from the sun
One speaks in African, one sings Jamaican songs
Both of are black men, but they still can't get along

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

Mommy and Daddy they got married, make love every night
But Momma's tired, and Poppa hits the pipe at night
I see 'em kissin' I got the props that Pops, I mean the rocks, got
I she hugs me, 'cause she never dug me

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

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

What can I say but your back, youngster
As I sit and wonder, my brother's steadily goin' under
It's a curse, and it hurts 'cause it's worse
crazy 'cause her baby's in a hearse
Wussup wit the

This land once by Indians, who then would learn to burn
A tragedy, because from there was so much to learn
You find the key to life 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 with 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', don't know me man)

Yes I'm in love you
(I put one in him! Hey, yo, you got thang?)
Yeah, man, I'm let's go hit 'em

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

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