Luyện nghe bài hát Who Knows Why

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That's
For my
we go

1]
Some real niggas have away... never to return
Stay forever on wax 'cause the they burn
Outta sight, outta mind, never does it mean might, outta rhyme
So I return to make it hot for who cannot
down on me niggas, while I rock the spot
Is heaven for a nice emcee
Crushin all these dear God don't be mad with me
I don't mean to hurt nobody, I just rock the party
And give you a of what's left, before I see death
a nigga back, 'cause I don't trust nobody
Left hand hold the mic, and right the shottie
Sendin angels to me through, in the white drop top
When they ride me
When I hit the pearly gates, they take my tax
Will let me rock the mic, will the beats be phat
the rappers 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 don't be that way, me

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

2]
Now as I'm lookin in the mirror I see
Handsome attitude, so momma gratitude
I put the on emcees
I make it hard for ya, with total, for ya
rap shit is raw not to be touched
The if tampered with, could get you fucked up
No one knows this secret I hold like
Given at birth, now what it's worth, it's more than a six
Let me spit it to you niggas, my rhyme exists
Listen, separate the real the wishin
If you bust at me and miss, you gon end up
on these rap niggas styles I be shittin, pissin
Leave you niggas lookin dumb two niggas kissin
I'm the hardcore underground messiah
I'm the kinda nigga street thugs can
You see me gettin robbed, jumped down and whipped out
Or cryin 'bout a with no money, flipped out
I get off my ass and it happen
I'll stick up the world if I rappin
So why do I exist, me

3]
May Allah shine down on any
That'll stand on stage and hold a mic me
May he you all the flow of the ocean water
And some nice hand skills to slaughter
My lyrics painful bullets from a rusty tech
Bumpy Knucks, nigga what, and you respect
All the true shit that I
Niggas know I only 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
spot me like a UFO
I turn my mic on and resurrect the flow
So if you me, why am I here
To hip hop loud and clear
niggas, tell me