Luyện nghe bài hát Why

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

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

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

(These boys they try me)


(But these boys wanna die)

(Now bring them to the Chi)

I'll sacrifice my word and my balls for here
Straight down to earth with my real niggaz crack 'em
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 I break bread with, niggaz I bust lead with
In the midst of confrontation, high-speed
Bend 'em and bust 'em and stick 'em, I'm runnin' from the shit
This is the New Testament, uh-huh we dead bitch, no

I look 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 wife's on my side with a .9 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 these don't wanna die)

(Now bring boys to the Chi)

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

But I got somethin' on my side a lemon to squeeze
Lickin' bout a pack up at you right at the knees
Probably givin' somethin' to fools the man in need
I been up in this game for a century

Now I'm makin' major moves and stackin' paper is my
Different day, different gear, hoppin' out a different
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 it's square, for the love of the game or hate it
Many done died, done tried from imitatin' it
Fuck what they say, keep in this world, you'll make it
Thank him for everythang and every blessin' but don't it

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

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

(These boys wanna try me)


(But these don't wanna die)

(Now bring boys to the Chi)

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

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

Ooh, wee I rip shit 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 shit that make you shake and as I deliver
Shots the 4-0
No, no