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 a chrome gat
Who died P, I it was my homie, black
Somebody rolled up and him in the back
It was sad, my homie took a damn
Sort of the TLC video, "Waterfalls"
But this was the real deal, this ain't no
Niggaz drove up and blasted my homie a oozie
Now me and got to ride
After the funeral it's sad on my side
Cause in the ghetto, it's one big black
I mean dyin everyday, we all are doomed
My mama at me and say, "Boy, watch yoself!"
But I trip, mama, cause 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 puttin me in that truck
It be you, it could be her
But in the end everybody did up
Cause in the ghetto everybody like Jesse James
I still question God for callin my homie

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

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

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

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