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 fame by sayin' his name?
When all I 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 in his face and tell him he's a lie
Everybody want a cure but nobody die
Put the cash in my face, I might a try
Money that nigga that threw up my sign

My wife's on my side with a .9 to ride
Hold my sixth sense up and ask 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 bring boys to the Chi)

I'll sacrifice my word and my balls for here
Straight down to earth 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 standin' here

Legit Ballaz is the clique I break bread with, niggaz I lead with
In the midst of confrontation, high-speed
Bend 'em and 'em and stick 'em, I'm runnin' 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
want a cure but nobody wanna die
Put the in my face, I might take a try
Money motivated that nigga that threw up my

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

(These boys wanna try me)


(But these boys don't die)

(Now them boys to the Chi)

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

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

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

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

When I look that fool in his face and tell him a lie
Everybody a cure but nobody 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 sixth sense up and ask why
get deep in the cold city of Chi
Could somebody, tell me why-ay

(These they wanna try me)


(But these don't wanna die)

(Now them boys to the Chi)

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

That's why I high, gone off green
Fuckin' up lyrically with the Beam
Got you and yo' boys 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 back explode,
Hit you with some shit that make you shake and shiver as I
from the 4-0
No, no