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 Bone said, to all my homies 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 homie took a damn
Sort of the TLC video, "Waterfalls"
But was the real deal, this ain't no movie
Niggaz drove up and blasted my homie a oozie
Now me and got to ride
After the cause it's sad on my side
Cause in the ghetto, one big black moon
I mean people dyin everyday, we all are
My look at me and say, "Boy, watch yoself!"
But I can't trip, mama, cause I for myself
And if I die on the streets, then it's my to go
But if I live to see day, another funeral
sad, I look into they eyes
Damn, got to die
But one day, I guess we gon to up
they puttin me in that black truck
It could be you, it be her
But in the end gets did up
Cause in the ghetto everybody live like James
I still question God for callin my homie

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

Now my grandfather died, I was like 5, it never really touched me much
But seein my brother layin dead on floor really fucked me up
I never thought he could be here then he could be
I never thought the day he left the 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 homie death didn't make the page
Cause it's a trip, and 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 done changed
Through all the strivin and strugglin I try to hard
But look at Mr. President in the White House 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 is cryin
I guess that mean the whole is fuckin dyin

I (2X)