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 a bitch fame by sayin' his name?
When all I gotta say is a bitch, yeah, I'm talkin' to you nigga
You no killa, on the rizilla, so High Beam my nigga, get with 'em

When I look that fool in his 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 wife's on my side with a .9 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 bring them to the Chi)

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

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

When I look that fool in his face and 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 threw up my

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

(These boys they try me)


(But boys don't wanna die)

(Now bring boys to the Chi)

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

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

Now I'm makin' major moves and stackin' paper is my
day, different gear, hoppin' out a different auto
Put it on and be jackin' off louchers like lotto
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 done died, plenty done tried imitatin' it
Fuck what they say, faith 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 wanna 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 to ride
my sixth sense up and ask buddy why
Shit get deep in the city of Chi
Could somebody, tell me why-ay

(These they wanna try me)


(But these boys don't 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
with racial hatred result in a slug

That's why I high, gone off green
up muthafuckaz lyrically with the Beam
Got you and yo' boys losin' yo' breath like
Never disrespect a Legit Balla on the scene

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

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