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 with a gat
Who P, I guess it was my homie, black
Somebody up and shot him in the back
It was sad, my homie a damn fall
of like the TLC video, "Waterfalls"
But this was the real deal, ain't no movie
Niggaz drove up and blasted my with a oozie
Now me and got to ride
After the cause 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 live to see day, another funeral
It's sad, I into they eyes
Damn, got to die
But one day, I we gon to wake up
When they me in that black truck
It be you, it could be her
But in the end gets did up
Cause in the ghetto everybody like Jesse James
I question God for callin my homie name

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

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

Damn. Looks like the Statue of Liberty is
I guess that mean the whole world is dyin

I (2X)