Luyện nghe bài hát Who Knows Why

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That's
For my
we go

1]
Some real niggas have gone away... to return
Stay forever on wax 'cause the mics burn
Outta sight, outta mind, never does it outta might, outta rhyme
So I to make it hot for those who cannot
Smile down on me niggas, I rock the spot
Is there for a nice emcee
Crushin all these dear God don't be mad with me
I don't mean to nobody, I just wanna rock the party
And give you a taste of what's left, before I see
a nigga back, 'cause I don't trust nobody
Left hand hold the mic, and right the shottie
angels to guide me through, in the white drop top
When they me through
When I hit the gates, will they take my tax
they let me rock the mic, will the beats be phat
Will the rappers write they own rhymes up in that
Will the fakes get locked by the cop
Or will I have to deal A&R's 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 this one, so why try
God help my as I testify
And I lie

2]
Now as I'm lookin in the I see myself
Handsome attitude, so momma gratitude
I put the pressure on
I make it hard for ya, total, disregard for ya
This rap is raw not to be touched
The ingredients if with, could get you fucked up
No one knows this secret I like Moses
Given at birth, now what 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 bust at me and miss, you gon end up
'cause on these rap niggas I be shittin, pissin
Leave you lookin dumb like two niggas kissin
I'm the true hardcore underground
I'm the nigga street thugs can admire
You see me gettin robbed, jumped down 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 aint
So why do I exist, me

3]
May Allah down on any emcee
That'll stand on stage and hold a mic me
May he give you all the flow of the ocean
And some nice hand skills to slaughter
My lyrics painful like bullets from a tech
Bumpy Knucks, nigga what, and you respect
All the true shit I reflect
Niggas I exist only to wreck
Won't let the verse til you sign the check
I won't be at ya, but bustin at ya
I all my rhymes like they devines
spot me like a UFO
I turn my mic on and the livest flow
So if you askin me, why am I
To hip hop loud and clear
niggas, tell me