Luyện nghe bài hát Who Knows Why

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That's
For my
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1]
Some real niggas gone away... never to return
Stay on wax 'cause the mics they burn
Outta sight, outta mind, never does it outta might, outta rhyme
So I return to make it hot for who cannot
down on me niggas, while I rock the spot
Is there heaven for a emcee
Crushin all these suckers dear God be mad with me
I don't mean to hurt nobody, I just wanna the party
And you a taste of what's left, before I see death
Watch a nigga back, 'cause I trust nobody
Left hand hold the mic, and right the shottie
angels to guide me through, in the white drop top
When they ride me
When I hit the pearly gates, will they my tax
they let me rock the mic, will the beats be phat
Will the rappers write they own rhymes up in piece
the fakes get locked by the cop police
Or will I have to with A&R's who don't got no say
I it don't be that way, tell me

2X:
Who Why
The reasons we and the reasons we die
You can't figure one, so why try
God my soul as I testify
And I lie

2]
Now as I'm lookin in the mirror I see
with attitude, so momma gratitude
I put the pressure on
I make it hard for ya, with total, for ya
This rap shit is raw not to be
The ingredients if tampered with, could get you up
No one knows secret I hold like Moses
Given at birth, now what worth, it's more than a million six
Let me spit it to you niggas, while my exists
Listen, separate the real from the
If you at me and miss, you gon end up missin
'cause on these rap niggas I be shittin, pissin
Leave you niggas lookin dumb two niggas kissin
I'm the true hardcore messiah
I'm the kinda street thugs can admire
You never see me robbed, jumped down and whipped out
Or 'bout a deal with no money, flipped out
I get off my ass and it happen
I'll up the world if I aint rappin
So why do I exist, me

3]
May Allah shine down on any
That'll stand on and hold a mic with me
May he give you all the flow of the water
And some nice skills to prevent slaughter
My lyrics painful like bullets from a rusty
Knucks, nigga what, and you must respect
All the shit that I reflect
Niggas know I exist to wreck
Won't let the verse loosen til you sign the
I be fussin at ya, but bustin at ya
I treat all my rhymes like they
Niggas me like a UFO
I turn my mic on and resurrect the livest
So if you askin me, why am I
To hip hop loud and clear
Real niggas, me