Luyện nghe bài hát Young Brothas

Intro: [Joe Mafia]

Young brotha, take a look around ya young niggas]
At the starvation, legal murder [watch yourself
Abortion, as the death rate increases [I for you son]
Life the ghetto, my peoples [word up, what up all ya
Wu-Syndicate, rest in
all who didn't make it all these years [Stop]
Hold your head, grap your umbrellas

UFO swarm city, older cats retire
Shorty "When I grow up, I'll be the livest"
Well known the high school
Little knucklehead, gettin too
Fightin in class, rockin shoes
Short ass suit, swing
Sayin one day, be paid lavage
Bangin fly Canadian chick Tamia
Gria, fine wine, don doddy, why?
Corporate blindsides, the frontlines
It be down little shorties watching they don't a fuck
up, now your love caught a lee, now what?

Chorus:

Everything in life, always what it seems
it real with reality, stop the illusion, chasing the dream
Many lives lost through the struggle, cry
Look at the stressed mother, family losed a
Brotha

For all of my young niggas, this true baby

[Joe
Project long move
You bitter sweet killers murder fleets
The slaughter hold
So many drugs, my O.D.
Knockin O.D.'s to give at
out, who's the livest?
Stayin the
Ya name ring, chain swing
Shorties wan't too much expose to the game of sling
Not who to trust
Lost your mind a time ago
Fuck a nine to five, but yo don't time to blow the fast life
Got you on the edge, speedballin nigga note the ledge
Why you wastin your time, for egg head
Night cat, see ya life flash, and get a thrill
Stop frontin, Slot Time caught in the cross bustin

Shit is real, all my brothas
the West coast, Los Angelese, N.Y.C.
Much to nigga Tony Alfred from Brownsville
My man Shawn Harper, all my
Young

Keep
All my that got put through the ground
down
See where you shorty
I to be you