Luyện nghe bài hát Dats Why We Die

1

Let me holla at you true
Fo da ones wanna dump
On da corner where dey slang

God is thicker dan blood
Fo da of da luv
He shedded His blood
Who you it was
Huh Huh Huh Huh

Had you dem slugs
Leavin em
dey really did needed da luv

Huh!
you got figgaz
You can die
You can or die or
You can live wit us

Too on da lockdown
So you better em all put da glock down
4-mics in da think you hot now
you ridin in yo Chev wit yo top down

All da way from
To let em
Son, just how da go

And from Ft.
dey make em yell
And dey push more weight dan

In da M I A where da live and die everyday
In da hood da mommas cry everyday
Where da kids listen to Slip-n-Slide
(okay--Shut Up)

S. why we die
In da why we die
In da dirty south tellin dese lies--dat's why we die
why we die
why we die
Alabama, Mississippi young why we die

You got dese young girls it up--dat's why we die
You got dese young cats blazin it why we die

Cash why we die No Limit--dat's why we die
ya'll tellin dese lies--dat's why we die

Not why we die
Inc--dat's why we die
why we die

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Let me you somethin partna you ain't ready to die
Cause you take yo last and you close yo eyes
Same ones dat you right in yo mouth
ones dat run up in yo house
And da ones you was down wit you
Hit you up in da wit a 22
Fo da of it
So I'm it
even know who you messin wit

When you husslin everyday in dese streets--dat's money
Then you leavin people dead in dese blood money
And these babiez can't even eat--dat's not funny

Huh why we die Huh Uh--dat's why we die

Yo words hittin em up like a hot
Made da girls wanna in da hot tub
See da pain in her eyes--never luv
Let em know dat is da true luv

And I Know you a big Benz
Big body wit da endz
Navigators and Escalades on da blades
Cuase you wanna get
Everybody want it

Black Rob it's whoa (whoa whoa)
Make you hit da ceilin yo
Cause you make a million
in da jail (but he back in jail)
Cause da devil caught you yo
A-Z body wanna fo dough
So dey lose dey
Ya'll how da story go

how dese jiggaz is
So dey you
Baby boy imma it real
But when you em yo
Ain't around
Sonny boy you da deal

In L.A.--dat's why we die
In whey we die
East and coast tellin dese lies--dat's why we die

3 (D.C.P.)
'78 lil thug killer born into a of sin
Pimps, coke, cash
Momma thought I last
Born with a in my hand
Cause she did she did to get the blast

Got a older
Now I'm on the streets with a pocket full of D and the
And the seeds in the dosha
Beat in the nova trying to
To a key and a

Now rap game got to change like Ford to
Look boy to of em man getting sprayed
Ya boy slanging yah since '98
Now state got your boy caged

Tell them playboy to let in
Bet you 9 out of 10 stay out the pin
Trying to get

So you spit venom in souls
Dog now your boy stretching 10 from
All the way back to the in the shy
Spittin reaching them all
While ya'll boys trying to

And we go fly while boys steady fall
Look through while ya'll snorting the
Sip mo we saving a soul
Lip swole cause ya'll with us
Ain't it though
But ya'll the bus

Dog you can me
Go if you please
But every gone bow
NY to the

and Slide in the fire
Devil em up
You can turn around woddy
em up

Navigator truck boy and chains
nothing to me cat
I'm about making em
Wood grain and
pass away
why we die lil dog
You have to pay