Luyện nghe bài hát Why

The New
These are the street scriptures for all my riders, niggaz, and
Let me ask you a question, why give a fame by sayin' his name?
When all I gotta say is you's a bitch, yeah, I'm talkin' to you
You ain't no killa, on the rizilla, so High my nigga, get with 'em

When I look that fool in his face and him he's a lie
Everybody a cure but nobody wanna die
Put the in my face, I might take a try
Money motivated that nigga that threw up my

My wife's on my with a .9 ready to ride
Hold my sense up and ask buddy why
Shit get deep in the city of Chi
Could somebody, anybody me why-ay

(These they wanna try me)


(But boys don't wanna die)

(Now them boys to the Chi)

I'll my word and my balls for this here
down to earth with my real niggaz crack 'em beers
Straight up that mean mug havin' no fear, what the fuck
You thought I was one of them niggaz standin' right here

Legit Ballaz is the clique I break bread with, niggaz I lead with
In the midst of confrontation, high-speed
Bend 'em and bust 'em and 'em, I'm runnin' from the FED's shit
This is the New Testament, we never dead bitch, no

When I look that fool in his face and tell him a lie
want a cure but nobody wanna die
Put the cash in my face, I might a try
Money motivated that nigga that up my sign

My wife's on my with a .9 ready to ride
Hold my sense up and ask buddy why
Shit get in the cold city of Chi
Could somebody, anybody me why-ay

(These boys they try me)


(But boys don't wanna die)

(Now bring boys to the Chi)

I'll make that damn fool get on his knees and say,
Bitches in the neighborhood disease
ass niggaz starin' and studyin' me
'Cause I'm fresh up out the bank to get my daughter cheese

But I got somethin' on my like a lemon to squeeze
Lickin' a pack up at you muthafuckaz right at the knees
Probably somethin' to fools 'cause the man in need
I been deep up in this for a century

Now I'm makin' moves and stackin' paper is my motto
Different day, different gear, hoppin' out a auto
Put it on and I'll be off louchers like lotto
Showin' love to my niggaz who me love in Chicago

It's fair but it's square, for the love of the game or they it
Many done died, plenty done from imitatin' it
Fuck what they say, keep faith in this world, you'll it
Thank him for everythang and every but don't fake it

When I that fool in his face and tell him he's a lie
Everybody want a cure but wanna die
Put the in my face, I might take a try
Money motivated that that threw up my sign

My wife's on my with a .9 ready to ride
Hold my sixth sense up and ask why
Shit get deep in the cold of Chi
Could somebody, anybody tell me

(These boys they try me)


(But boys don't wanna die)

(Now bring them to the Chi)

Trapped up in wild life, thinkin' to myself
the Lord for forgiveness and thankin' him for my wealth
The block is on low when these ain't plantin' drugs
Saturated racial hatred result in a slug

That's why I high, gone off green
up muthafuckaz lyrically with the Beam
Got you and yo' boys losin' yo' breath like
Never a Legit Balla when on the scene

Ooh, wee I rip shit like
Get off in the
Fuck up the punk that up got the umm next nigga screamin', oh no
Just when you thought that I was gon' fall I fuck and umm

Cock explode, reload
Hit you with some shit that make you shake and shiver as I
Shots the 4-0
No, no