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
Bone said, to all my homies ain't here, see ya in the crossroads, fool

Imagine this, me dressed in all
At a funeral with a chrome gat
Who died P, I it was my homie, black
Somebody up and shot him in the back
It was sad, my took a damn 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, it's one big black
I mean people everyday, we all are doomed
My mama look at me and say, "Boy, yoself!"
But I can't trip, mama, I live for myself
And if I die on the streets, then my time to go
But if I live to see another day, another
It's sad, I look they eyes
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 everybody did up
in the ghetto everybody live like Jesse James
I still question God for callin my homie

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

Now when my grandfather died, I was 5, it never really touched me much
But seein my brother layin dead on floor really kinda me up
I thought he could be here then he could be gone
I never thought the day he left the house he be comin back home
I when it's yo time to go, who gon protect you
See someone died in my family, didn't much affect you
I wonder why my homie died at a young age
I wonder why my death didn't make 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 spit the
But it's a shame, all of the shit done changed
Through all the strivin and strugglin I try to hard
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 like the of Liberty is cryin
I that mean the whole world is fuckin dyin

I (2X)