Luyện nghe bài hát Dats Why We Die

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Let me at you true thugs
Fo da ones dump slugs
On da corner where dey slang

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
Leavin em
dey really did needed da luv

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

Too on da lockdown
So you better tell em all put da down
4-mics in da think you hot now
While you 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 more weight dan mail

In da M I A da thugs live and die everyday
In da where 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 young girls backin it why we die
You got dese young cats it up--dat's why we die

Cash why we die No Limit--dat's why we die
Roc-a-fella ya'll tellin dese why we die

Not why we die
Murder why we die
why we die

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Let me tell you partna you ain't ready to die
Cause you take yo last breath and you 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
Don't even know who you wit

When you husslin everyday in dese drug money
Then you leavin people dead in dese blood 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 wanna bounce in da hot tub
See da pain in her knew luv
Let em dat Christ is da true luv

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

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

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

In L.A.--dat's why we die
In NY--dat's we die
and west coast tellin dese 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
with a pipe in my hand
Cause she did she did to get the blast

Got a older
Now I'm on the with a pocket full of D and the heat
And the cola in the dosha
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 been slanging yah '98
Now Florida got your boy caged

Tell them playboy to let in
Bet you 9 out of 10 thugs out the pin
to get dividends

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

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

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

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

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