Luyện nghe bài hát Why My Homie

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Damn. I never thought I'd be a suit and tie so many times a year, but
like Bone said, to all my homies here, see ya in the crossroads, fool

Imagine this, me dressed in all
At a funeral with 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
of like the TLC video, "Waterfalls"
But was the real deal, this ain't no movie
drove up and blasted my homie with a oozie
Now me and Silkk got to
After the funeral it's sad on my side
in the ghetto, it's one big black moon
I people 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 another day, another
It's sad, I into they eyes
Damn, got to die
But one day, I we gon to wake up
they puttin me in that black truck
It be you, it could be her
But in the end gets did up
Cause in the ghetto live like Jesse James
I still question God for callin my name

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

Now when my grandfather died, I was like 5, it never touched me much
But seein my brother layin dead on floor really kinda me up
I never thought he could be here then he could be
I thought 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 worth to live
See ya watch out for all us killa kids
Belive me, I be a youngsta to spit the game
But it's a damn shame, all of the shit done
Through all the strivin and strugglin I try to stay
But look at Mr. in the White House tryin to play God
Put us all in one big ole
They call it projects, I call it one big ghetto

Damn. like the Statue of Liberty is cryin
I guess mean the whole world is fuckin dyin

I (2X)