Luyện nghe bài hát Sorry I'm Away So Much

(Xzibit talking)
Come here Tre, what's up son, on
To it may concern, yeah, listen
Sorry I'm away so much, yeah,
All the sons, daughters, niggas, yeah, feel me
Uh, sorry I'm away so much,

(Xzibit)
My son was about four and a half years ago
Nothin protected him, amazin how fast grow
I to know about his likes and his dislikes, yeah
Video games, him how to ride his first bike
This is the life my little nigga, I see you all upset
When I the house, poutin, let me tell you about
Tryna make it in world and provide for you
'Cause on them plane rides I miss you too
Never knew that I would have to be away so
Five thousand dollar bills keepin in touch
We Starskey and Hutch, yeah, we for life, yeah
I rock mics, so I'm sorry when I hug you if I too tight
Long nights in the studio take me
Gettin mad I'm tired and you want me to play
Money can't replace time, I'm just tryna get you outta the fine
And expand your my lil' ni', yeah
Yeah,

(Chorus-X)
Look, sorry I'm away so
Understand me,
for you, hah, yeah (you, and you, and you)
C'mon, look, sorry I'm so much
Huh, we it gangsta

(Xzibit)
I got a brother locked down, he be out in a
Knuckle for knuckle, a veteran and nothin but
Now broadcastin live from the wall
Stayin through long kites and telephone calls
Gettin hype when you see brother on T.V.
Can't for your release so you can roll with me
Arrange exactly how it's supposed to be
For right now here's a thousand, J, stay
You say Xzibit, whyn't you pay a nigga a visit
Time limits got me movin a miles a minute
deep, gotta strike while the iron is hot
Still gotta eat and keep the lights on it's not
Sleepin on cots, bullet got you in knots
I I was there to snatch you up instead of the cops
Muthafuck it, do the and get it out of the way
You goin from convict to nigga in one day (in one day)

(Chorus)

(Quik)
Now I ain't been this hot before
So in essence it's obvious, I ain't never this out before
I'm spending days, 366 times a year
Up in the freakin and mixin rhymes in here
Nothin but beer, bud smoke, Hen and Coke, and sheer
Callin playa there
Not the place I really wanna bring my son
Get on lil' Dane, gon' in and have you some fun
Used to be that ??? be up there ya clothes
While I'm you on the Playstation showin you codes
Hit the X stupid, forward, left, right, X
Now I'm tryna get college fund, bustin with X

(Suga Free)
Come here, give here dada,
no no don't do that mama 'cause dada be
Here go ba-ba, Pampers, flashy ???, you can see that
You figure out
why talkin to you through this glass on the phone
Ooh, I socked a bitch and then she snitched, but be home
Can't keep me away, can't stay away

(Chorus-Suga Free)
(Suga talkin to fade)