Luyện nghe bài hát Dats Why We Die

1

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

Only God is thicker dan
Fo da of da luv
Know He 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 life wit us

Too many on da
So you better em all put da glock down
4-mics in da think you hot now
While you in yo Chev wit yo top down

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

And Ft. Lauderdale
Where dey make em
And dey more weight dan mail

In da M I A where da thugs and die everyday
In da hood 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 south ya'll tellin lies--dat's why we die
why we die
why we die
Alabama, young thugs--dat's why we die

You got dese girls backin it up--dat's why we die
You got dese young blazin 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 somethin partna you ain't to die
you take yo last breath and you close yo eyes
Same ones dat stare you right in yo
Same dat run up in yo house
And da ones you thought was 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 everyday in dese streets--dat's drug money
you leavin people dead in dese streets--dat's blood money
And then these babiez even eat--dat's not funny

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

Yo hittin em up like a hot slugg
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 Know you a big Benz
Big body wit da tight
Navigators and sittin on da blades
Cuase you get paid
Everybody want it

Rob said it's whoa (whoa whoa)
Make you hit da ceilin yo
you make a million sales
Sittin in da jail (but he in jail)
Cause da devil caught you yo
A-Z wanna 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
nowhere around
Sonny boy you know da

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

3 (D.C.P.)
'78 lil thug killer born into a of sin
Pimps, coke, cash
Momma thought I wouldn't
Born with a pipe in my
she did what 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 seeds in the
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 been yah since '98
Now Florida state got your boy

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

So you spit in lost souls
Dog now your boy 10 from Calieo
All the way back to the in the shy
fire reaching them all
While boys trying to ball

And we go fly while ya'll steady fall
Look through while snorting the coke
Sip mo while we a soul
Lip swole ya'll messing with us
mean it though
But ya'll the bus

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

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

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