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 bitch 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 Beam my nigga, get 'em

When I look fool in his face and tell him he's a lie
Everybody 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 on my side 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 tell me

(These boys they try me)


(But these don't wanna die)

(Now them boys to the Chi)

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

Legit Ballaz is the clique I break bread with, I bust lead with
In the midst of confrontation, high-speed
Bend 'em and bust 'em and stick 'em, I'm from the FED's shit
is the New Testament, uh-huh we never 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 cash in my face, I take a try
Money motivated nigga that threw up my sign

My wife's on my side with a .9 ready to
my sixth sense 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
Bitches in the spreadin' 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 side a lemon to squeeze
Lickin' bout a pack up at you muthafuckaz at the knees
givin' somethin' to fools 'cause the man in need
I been deep up in game for a century

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

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

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

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

(These boys they try me)


(But these don't wanna die)

(Now them boys to the Chi)

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

That's why I high, gone off green
Fuckin' up muthafuckaz lyrically the Beam
Got you and yo' losin' yo' breath like [Incomprehensible]
Never disrespect a Legit Balla when on the

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

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