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 a bitch fame by sayin' his name?
When all I gotta say is a bitch, yeah, I'm talkin' to you nigga
You ain't no killa, on the rizilla, so High my nigga, get with 'em

When I look that 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 on my side with a .9 ready to ride
my sixth sense up and ask buddy why
Shit get deep in the city of Chi
somebody, anybody tell me why-ay

(These they wanna try me)


(But these don't wanna die)

(Now bring boys to the Chi)

I'll my word and my balls for this here
Straight down to with my real niggaz crack '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 I break bread with, niggaz I bust lead with
In the midst of confrontation, chasin'
Bend 'em and 'em and stick 'em, I'm runnin' from the FED's shit
This is the New Testament, uh-huh we never bitch, no

When I look that fool in his 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 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, anybody tell me

(These boys wanna try me)


(But these don't wanna die)

(Now bring them to the Chi)

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

But I got somethin' on my side a lemon to squeeze
Lickin' bout a pack up at you right at the knees
givin' somethin' to fools '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 louchers like
Showin' love to my niggaz who show me in Chicago

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

When I look 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 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
get deep in the cold city of Chi
Could somebody, anybody tell me

(These boys wanna try me)


(But boys don't wanna die)

(Now them boys to the Chi)

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

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

Ooh, wee I rip shit like
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' I fuck around and umm

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Hit you with shit that make you shake and shiver as I deliver
from the 4-0
No, no