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 mics they
Outta sight, outta mind, never does it mean outta might, rhyme
So I return to make it hot for those who
Smile down on me niggas, while I rock the
Is there heaven for a nice
Crushin all these suckers dear God don't be mad me
I don't mean to hurt nobody, I wanna rock the party
And give you a taste of what's left, I see death
a nigga back, 'cause I don't trust nobody
Left hand hold the mic, and right the shottie
Sendin angels to guide me through, in the drop top
When 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 rappers write they own rhymes up in 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 can't figure one, so why try
God help my soul as I
And I lie

2]
Now as I'm in the mirror I see myself
with attitude, so momma gratitude
I put the on emcees
I it hard 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 this secret I like Moses
Given at birth, now what it's worth, more than a million six
Let me spit it to you niggas, my rhyme exists
Listen, separate the from the wishin
If you bust at me and miss, you gon end up
'cause on these rap styles I be shittin, pissin
Leave you niggas lookin like two niggas kissin
I'm the hardcore underground messiah
I'm the kinda nigga thugs can admire
You see me gettin robbed, jumped down and whipped out
Or 'bout a deal with no money, flipped out
I get off my ass and it happen
I'll up the world if I aint rappin
So why do I exist, me

3]
May Allah shine on any emcee
That'll stand on and hold a mic with me
May he give you all the flow of the water
And some nice hand to prevent slaughter
My lyrics painful like bullets from a tech
Bumpy Knucks, what, and you must respect
All the shit that I reflect
Niggas know I exist only to
Won't let the verse 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 flow
So if you askin me, why am I
To clarify hip hop and clear
niggas, tell me