Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Know Why

Don't nobody why
knows why
Young still dyin' in the streets
And nobody know why
knows why
Don't know why
Young niggas still in the streets
And don't nobody why
CyHi!

.38 snub hugger, is a mothafucka
Swear these niggas would kill their brother
All for the of the money and gangs, plus the drug hustle
But let me say this the judge judge us
Why must the suffer?
We already gettin' it out the mud
Then on top of that, the flood us
So before boys cuff us
And we lose our life to these blood
Rather the Migos at the Fuddruckers
Back I had a plug on the lil' guys
Served it while the dry
two, but took five
We call that hood tithes
I'm from a where the good die
Young, boys to men
It's so to say your goodbyes
Man, this shit done took
If you die, would hood ride?
The only time you got the was at a book drive
Posin' for my mugshot, make you get my good side
I'm just a headcase, even me to Scared Straight
the house at 16, I felt I was deadweight
But to the streets, I was bait
So I'm ridin' through the 6 my SK
Hey, tryin' not to meet my day
They my partner and left him dead by the expressway

And don't nobody why
Don't know why
Young niggas still dyin' in the
And don't know why
nobody know why
Don't know why
Don't know why
Don't know why
Young still dyin' in the streets
And don't know why

We have lost a lot of souls to the struggle
To all my fallen soldiers, we you
I a few of my east side homies to relay my condolences
The legendary Jagged

'Pac us Brenda had a baby
Crooked ass cops send him to his grave early
like, "Thanks for my child"
Crooked ass feds give a nigga long time
No love for that skin, still on replay
System's mad and corruption us in place
Ah, when we gon' have our
the sun gonna shine down on our way?

Huh, panhandler, gambler
Scam amateur, gram scrambler
Had a Monte Carlo, and a tan Challenger
Hit rock bottom, I swear you can't take this shit for granted,
So I see panoramic, cuz
One wrong move, that'll you off the planet, cuz
So I move around with the broom a janitor
Pomegranate cannabis, called a and ran it up
hammers tucked on every transaction
FedEx the or I might just Amtrak it
Back and forth to Michigan, I my grams, wrap it
Them niggas who tried to write me off even pay their taxes
49er, I was told to "mind business, nigga"
I seen shit Jehova ain't even witness, nigga
'96 Explorer, got so stash spots
I told the cop, "You'll find it like a Sasquatch"
A good lower cases if your cap's locked
So I up in court, me and Matlock
Hah, beat the case and did the
This for all my niggas who make it out the trap spot

nobody know why
Don't nobody why
Young niggas still in these streets
Don't know why
Don't nobody why
Don't nobody why
Young niggas still dyin' in these
Don't know why

Huh... we were just some small
to jail, nothin' major, we was all minors
They to tie one of us to the gun
But it's funny 'cause now all my niggas eatin' off
Keep a stick for the haters tryna chalk us
It was like hide and go seek, but don't let the law us
I forgot more than you ever
So when you speak on my name, put me up there the all timers
What you know about meetin' your connect at a small
Talkin' murder over waffles and corned hash
On a clear, black night like G had
He was droppin' off bags on the corner, he had
Some youngin' ran up on him, he had on a ski
My OG shot him the door, left him on the street bad
Then he me for the check, but not an actual check
For those who not in the streets, just know that means
I'm where a zone is a zipper, and your tone is your trigger
Where your is your bitch, and your homies' your niggas
In my city, I'm legend, on my corner, I'm
Runnin' the red dogs, we holla Clifford
I had all the red broads and all the
We broke every fed law that's in the
I had the dream walkin' out the county in burgundy
And right before I was about to hug my
Ayy, nigga

Don't know why
Don't know why
Young brothers dyin'
Young brothers dyin'
Don't know why
Don't know why
Young brothers dyin'
brothers still dyin'