Luyện nghe bài hát Why

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

When I look fool in his face and tell him he's a lie
Everybody want a 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
my sixth sense up and ask buddy why
Shit get deep in the cold of Chi
Could somebody, anybody me why-ay

(These boys they try me)


(But these boys don't die)

(Now bring boys to the Chi)

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

Legit Ballaz is the clique I break bread with, niggaz I bust with
In the of confrontation, high-speed chasin'
Bend 'em and bust 'em and stick 'em, I'm runnin' the FED's shit
This is the New Testament, uh-huh we dead bitch, no

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

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

(These boys wanna try me)


(But boys don't wanna die)

(Now them boys to the Chi)

I'll make that damn fool get on his and say, please
in the neighborhood spreadin' disease
Hatin' ass starin' and studyin' me
'Cause I'm fresh up out the bank to get my some cheese

But I got somethin' on my side like a to squeeze
bout a pack up at you muthafuckaz right at the knees
Probably givin' somethin' to 'cause the man in need
I been deep up in game for a century

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

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

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

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

(These boys they try me)


(But these boys don't die)

(Now them boys to the Chi)

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

That's why I stay high, off green
Fuckin' up muthafuckaz with the Beam
Got you and yo' boys losin' yo' breath [Incomprehensible]
Never disrespect a Balla when on the scene

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

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