Luyện nghe bài hát Dats Why We Die

1

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

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

Had you dem slugs
em dead
Whey dey really did da luv

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

Too many on da
So you better tell em all put da down
in da Source think you hot now
While you in yo Chev wit yo top down

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

And from Ft.
Where dey make em
And dey push weight dan mail

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

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

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

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

Not why we die
Murder why we die
why we die

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Let me you somethin partna you ain't ready to die
you take yo last breath and you close yo eyes
Same dat stare you right in yo mouth
ones dat run up in yo house
And da you thought 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 everyday in dese streets--dat's drug money
Then you leavin people dead in dese streets--dat's money
And then these babiez even eat--dat's not funny

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

Yo words hittin em up like a hot
da girls wanna bounce in da hot tub
See da in her eyes--never knew luv
Let em know dat Christ is da luv

And I you drive a big Benz
Big wit da tight endz
Navigators and Escalades sittin on da
you wanna get paid
Everybody it nowadays

Black Rob it's whoa (whoa whoa)
Make you hit da ceilin yo
Cause you make a sales
Sittin in da jail (but he in jail)
Cause da caught you slippin yo
A-Z body wanna flow fo
So dey lose dey
Ya'll know how da go

how dese jiggaz is
So dey you
Baby boy imma keep it
But you need em yo
Ain't around
Sonny boy you know da

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

3 (D.C.P.)
'78 lil thug born into a world of sin
Pimps, coke, fast
Momma I wouldn't last
Born with a in my hand
Cause she did what she did to get the

Got a little
Now I'm on the streets with a full of D and the heat
And the cola seeds in the
Beat in the nova to succeed
To a key and a

Now rap game got to change Ford to Chevrolet
boy to many of em man getting sprayed
Ya boy slanging yah since '98
Now Florida 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 venom in lost souls
Dog now boy stretching 10 from 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 ya'll boys steady
Look through while snorting the coke
Sip mo while we saving a
Lip cause ya'll messing with us
Ain't it though
But rustled the bus

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

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

Navigator truck boy and chains
Ain't to me cat
I'm about making em
Wood grain and
Must away
why we die lil dog
You gone to pay