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 the mics they burn
Outta sight, outta mind, never it mean outta might, outta rhyme
So I return to make it hot for who cannot
Smile down on me niggas, while I 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 you a taste of what's left, before I see death
a nigga back, 'cause I don't trust nobody
Left hand hold the mic, and right bust the
Sendin angels to guide me through, in the drop top
When they me through
When I hit the pearly gates, will they my tax
Will they let me rock the mic, will the be phat
the rappers write they own rhymes up in that piece
Will the fakes get locked by the cop
Or will I have to with 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 figure this one, so why try
God help my soul as I
And I lie

2]
Now as I'm in the mirror 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 shit is raw not to be
The if tampered with, could get you fucked up
No one knows this secret I hold Moses
Given at birth, now what it's worth, it's more a million six
Let me spit it to you niggas, my rhyme exists
Listen, separate the real the wishin
If you at me and miss, you gon end up missin
on these rap niggas styles I be shittin, pissin
Leave you niggas lookin dumb like two kissin
I'm the true underground messiah
I'm the nigga street thugs can admire
You never see me gettin robbed, jumped down and out
Or cryin a deal with no money, flipped out
I get off my ass and it happen
I'll stick up the if I aint rappin
So why do I exist, me

3]
May Allah shine down on any
That'll stand on stage and a mic with me
May he give you all the flow of the ocean
And nice hand skills to prevent slaughter
My lyrics painful like bullets a rusty tech
Bumpy Knucks, what, and you must respect
All the true shit I reflect
Niggas I exist only to wreck
Won't let the loosen til you sign the check
I won't be at ya, but bustin at ya
I treat all my rhymes like they
Niggas spot me 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
niggas, tell me