Luyện nghe bài hát Dats Why We Die

1

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

Only God is dan blood
Fo da of da luv
Know He shedded His
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 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 ridin in yo Chev wit yo top

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

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

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

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

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

Cash Money--dat's why we die No why we die
Roc-a-fella 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 tell you somethin partna you ready to die
Cause you yo last breath and you close yo eyes
ones dat stare you right in yo mouth
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 know who you messin wit

When you husslin in dese streets--dat's drug money
Then you leavin people dead in dese streets--dat's money
And then 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 bounce in da hot tub
See da pain in her eyes--never luv
Let em know dat Christ is da luv

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

Black Rob said whoa (whoa whoa)
you wanna hit da ceilin yo
Cause you a million sales
Sittin in da jail (but he in jail)
Cause da devil you slippin yo
A-Z body wanna fo dough
So dey lose dey
Ya'll how da story go

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

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 killer into a world of sin
Pimps, coke, cash
Momma I wouldn't last
Born with a pipe in my
Cause she did she did to get the blast

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

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

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

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

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

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

Slip and Slide in the
Devil em up
You can still turn around
em up

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