Luyện nghe bài hát Why My Homie

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

this, me dressed in all black
At a funeral strapped with a gat
Who died P, I guess it was my homie,
Somebody rolled up and him in the back
It was sad, my homie took a fall
of like the TLC video, "Waterfalls"
But this was the deal, this ain't no movie
Niggaz drove up and blasted my with a oozie
Now me and Silkk got to
After the cause it's sad on my side
Cause in the ghetto, one big black moon
I mean people everyday, we all are doomed
My mama at me and say, "Boy, watch yoself!"
But I can't trip, mama, cause I live for
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 look into they
Damn, got to die
But one day, I guess we gon to up
When they puttin me in that black
It be you, it could be her
But in the end everybody did up
Cause in the ghetto live like Jesse James
I still question God for callin my homie

I (2X): Why my homie had to die?
Now mama gonna cry

Now when my grandfather died, I was like 5, it really touched me much
But seein my brother layin on floor really kinda fucked me up
I thought he could be here then he could be gone
I never thought the day he left the he wouldn't be comin back home
I wonder when it's yo time to go, who gon you
See someone died in my family, didn't much affect you
I why my homie died at such a young age
I why my homie death didn't make the front page
Cause it's a trip, and ain't even worth to live
See ya gotta watch out for all us kids
me, I be a youngsta tryin to spit 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
They call it housin projects, I it one big ghetto

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

I (2X)