Luyện nghe bài hát Who Knows Why

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

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

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

3]
May Allah shine on any emcee
That'll stand on stage and a mic with me
May he give you all the of the ocean water
And some nice hand skills to slaughter
My lyrics painful like bullets from a rusty
Bumpy Knucks, what, and you must respect
All the true that I reflect
Niggas I exist only to wreck
Won't let the verse til you sign the check
I won't be fussin at ya, but at ya
I treat all my like they devines
Niggas me like a UFO
I turn my mic on and resurrect the flow
So if you askin me, why am I
To hip hop loud and clear
Real niggas, me