Luyện nghe bài hát Who Knows Why

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

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

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

3]
May shine down on any emcee
stand on stage and hold a mic with me
May he give you all the of the ocean water
And some nice skills to prevent slaughter
My lyrics like bullets from a rusty tech
Bumpy Knucks, nigga what, and you respect
All the true shit I reflect
know I exist only to wreck
Won't let the verse loosen til you the check
I be fussin at ya, but bustin at ya
I treat all my rhymes like devines
Niggas spot me a UFO
I turn my mic on and resurrect the flow
So if you askin me, why am I
To clarify hip hop and clear
niggas, tell me