Luyện nghe bài hát Dats Why We Die

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

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

Had you dumpin dem
em dead
Whey dey really did 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 tell em all put da 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, just how da go

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

In da M I A da thugs live and die everyday
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 lies--dat's why we die
why we die
why we die
Alabama, Mississippi young why we die

You got dese girls backin 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 tell you somethin partna you ready to die
you take yo last breath and you close yo eyes
Same ones dat stare you right in yo
Same ones dat run up in yo
And da you thought 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 in dese streets--dat's drug money
Then you leavin people dead in dese blood money
And then these babiez can't eat--dat's not funny

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

Yo words hittin em up a hot slugg
Made da girls bounce in da hot tub
See da pain in her knew luv
Let em know dat is da true luv

And I Know you a big Benz
Big body wit da tight
Navigators and Escalades sittin on da
Cuase you wanna get
want it nowadays

Black Rob it's whoa (whoa whoa)
Make you hit da ceilin yo
Cause you a million sales
Sittin in da jail (but he in jail)
Cause da devil caught you yo
A-Z body flow fo dough
So dey lose dey
know how da story go

Know how jiggaz is
So dey you
boy imma keep it real
But when you em yo
Ain't around
boy you know da deal

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

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

Got a little
Now I'm on the with a pocket 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
Look boy to many of em man sprayed
Ya boy slanging yah since '98
Now Florida state got your boy

them playboy to let Christ in
Bet you 9 out of 10 stay out the pin
to get dividends

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

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

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

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

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