Luyện nghe bài hát Dats Why We Die

1

Let me at you true thugs
Fo da ones wanna slugs
On da corner dey slang drugs

Only God is 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 many on da
So you better em all put da glock down
4-mics in da Source you hot now
While you ridin in yo Chev wit yo top

All da way Pompano
To let em
Son, how da story go

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

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

S. why we die
In da why we die
In da dirty ya'll tellin dese lies--dat's why we die
why we die
why we die
Alabama, young thugs--dat's why we die

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

Money--dat's why we die No Limit--dat's why we die
Roc-a-fella tellin dese lies--dat's why we die

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

2
Let me tell you somethin partna you ain't to die
you take yo last breath and you close yo eyes
Same ones dat stare you in yo mouth
Same 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
Don't even who you messin wit

When you husslin everyday in dese streets--dat's drug
Then you leavin people dead in dese streets--dat's blood
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 a hot slugg
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 you drive a big Benz
Big body wit da tight
Navigators and sittin on da blades
Cuase you wanna get
Everybody it nowadays

Black Rob said whoa (whoa whoa)
Make you hit da ceilin yo
Cause you make a million
Sittin in da (but he back in jail)
da devil caught you slippin yo
A-Z body wanna fo dough
So dey lose dey
know how da story go

Know how dese is
So dey you
Baby boy imma it real
But you need em yo
nowhere around
Sonny boy you know da

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 a world of sin
Pimps, coke, cash
Momma thought I last
Born with a pipe in my
she did what she did to get the blast

Got a older
Now I'm on the streets with a pocket of D and the heat
And the cola seeds in the
Beat in the trying to succeed
To a key and a

Now rap game got to like Ford to Chevrolet
Look boy to of em man getting sprayed
Ya boy been yah since '98
Now Florida state got boy caged

them playboy to let Christ in
Bet you 9 out of 10 thugs out the pin
Trying to get

So you spit venom in lost
Dog now your boy stretching 10 Calieo
All the way to the MI--MLK in the shy
Spittin fire reaching all
While ya'll boys trying to

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

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

Slip and Slide in the
burning em up
You can still turn woddy
em up

Navigator boy chicks and chains
nothing to me cat
I'm making em change
grain and 'cain
Must pass
why we die lil dog
You have to pay