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 fame by sayin' his
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 and tell him he's a lie
Everybody want a cure but wanna die
Put the cash in my face, I might a try
motivated that nigga that threw up my sign

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

(These they wanna try me)


(But these boys wanna die)

(Now bring boys to the Chi)

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

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

When I look fool 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
Money motivated that nigga threw up my sign

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

(These they wanna try me)


(But these boys wanna die)

(Now them boys to the Chi)

I'll make damn fool get on his knees and say, please
in the neighborhood spreadin' disease
Hatin' ass niggaz starin' and me
'Cause I'm fresh up out the to get my daughter 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 somethin' to fools 'cause the man in need
I deep up in this game for a century

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

It's fair but 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 world, you'll make it
Thank him for everythang and blessin' but don't fake it

When I look that 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 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
Could somebody, anybody me why-ay

(These they wanna try me)


(But these don't wanna die)

(Now them boys to the Chi)

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

That's why I stay high, gone off
up muthafuckaz lyrically with the Beam
Got you and yo' losin' yo' breath like [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 next screamin', oh no
Just when you thought that I was gon' I fuck around and umm

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