Luyện nghe bài hát Young Brothas

Intro: [Joe Mafia]

Young brotha, take a look [All ya young niggas]
At the starvation, legal [watch yourself blood]
Abortion, as the death rate [I feel for you son]
the ghetto, my peoples [word up, what up all ya niggas]
Wu-Syndicate, in peace
all those who didn't make it all years [Stop]
Hold your head, grap your [Word]

UFO swarm your city, older cats
Shorty fantasizing "When I grow up, be the livest"
Well known threw the school
Little knucklehead, gettin too
Fightin in class, Levi shoes
Short ass suit, swing
Sayin one day, he'll be paid
fly Canadian chick named Tamia
Saint Gria, fine wine, don doddy,
blindsides, the frontlines survive
It be down shorties watching they don't give a fuck
Locked up, now your love caught a lee, now

Chorus:

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

For all of my young niggas, take this true

Mafia]
Project long move
You bitter sweet with murder fleets
The slaughter heat
So many drugs, my O.D.
Knockin O.D.'s to at this
Wildin out, 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 mind a long time ago
Fuck a nine to five, but yo waste time to blow the fast life
Got you livin on the edge, nigga note the ledge
Why you wastin your time, shinin for egg
cat, see ya life flash, and get a thrill thuggin
Stop frontin, rockin Slot Time 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
Brothas

Keep
All my niggas that got put the ground
Locked
See you headin shorty
I to be you