Luyện nghe bài hát Why My Homie

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Damn. I never I'd be wearin a suit and tie so many times a year, but
like Bone said, to all my ain't here, see ya in the crossroads, fool

Imagine this, me in all black
At a funeral strapped a chrome gat
Who died P, I guess it was my homie,
Somebody up and shot him in the back
It was sad, my took a damn fall
of like the TLC video, "Waterfalls"
But was the real deal, this ain't no movie
Niggaz drove up and blasted my homie with a
Now me and got to ride
After the funeral it's sad on my side
Cause in the ghetto, it's one big moon
I mean dyin everyday, we all are doomed
My mama at me and say, "Boy, watch yoself!"
But I can't trip, mama, I live for myself
And if I die on the streets, it's my time to go
But if I to see another day, another funeral
It's sad, I look into they
Damn, got to die
But one day, I we gon to wake up
When they me in that black truck
It could be you, it be her
But in the end gets did up
Cause in the everybody live like Jesse James
I still question God for my homie name

Chorus I (2X): Why my homie had to
Now somebody gonna cry

Now when my grandfather died, I was like 5, it never really me much
But seein my brother dead on floor really kinda fucked me up
I never thought he could be here he could be gone
I thought the day he left the house he wouldn't be comin back home
I wonder when it's yo to go, who gon protect you
See someone died in my family, even much affect you
I wonder why my died at such a young age
I wonder why my death didn't make the front page
Cause it's a trip, and life even worth to live
See ya gotta watch out for all us kids
Belive me, I be a tryin to spit the game
But it's a shame, all of the shit done changed
Through all the strivin and I try to stay hard
But look at Mr. President in the House tryin to play God
Put us all in one big ole
They it housin projects, I call it one big ghetto

Damn. Looks the Statue of Liberty is cryin
I guess that the whole world is fuckin dyin

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