Luyện nghe bài hát Why Oh Why

I say my prayers every mornin' just like orange
I crack the crinkles out my body till I'm loose
I strap my sneakers on my feet like they was boots
They fit my feet like when I'm shootin' hoops

Why oh why do memories chasin' me?
Sometimes it makes me wanna grab my shit and
Sometimes I wanna blow my brains to put my at ease
But I ain't out I gotta see the seven seas

Please, a very lucky number for me
That was the age when I discovered how ballin' could be
Up every mornin' with the birdies doin' little
Go to my left go to my right developin' mad

How could a love for this game bring so sadness
I played with brothas with so badness
But now they gone I sing a pop a three
the top of the key in they memory

Why, oh, why do be chasin' me?
Sometimes it me wanna grab my shit and flee
Even in seasons when it's color sport
I still be memorizin' lines out on the basketball singin'

Why, oh why do be chasin' me?
Sometimes it makes me wanna grab my and flee
Even in seasons it's another color sport
I be my partners on the basketball court

Do you runnin' the court in September?
Me and my homies be down for
come along and try to send us to the showers
From the game that we'd dominatin' there for hours

All day to be more east to west
From Atlantic to fools would come round
To get and try to take our crown
But we hold our ground and we would never back down

Old timers, new timers would get in there
And take a seat there and try to
But oh, no, there was no chance we was in the zone
We was at the top, we had hops, we got props

And we needed to we busted chops
the court with your game like we was usin' mops
What ever to the Super Hoopers in the park
I reminisce while solitary after dark

Why, oh, why do memories be me?
Sometimes it makes me grab my shit and flee
Even in when it's another color sport
I still be memorizin' lines out on the court singin'

Why, oh why do memories be me?
Sometimes it makes me wanna my shit and flee
Even in seasons it's another color sport
I be my partners on the basketball court

Why, oh,
Why, oh,

Brother C fresh from out of town
And he had handles and like McDonald's he clown ya
Dribblin' baby bounces drinkin' forty ounces
Knock ya on heels and do circles like he was Curly Neal

But oh no, the liquor got quicker to his and he said
"I I musta placed some stupid bets"
He hit me up for cash, there was a car crash
A and then the brother made a mad dash

Rob, oh, Rob his whole was like a roller coaster
But on the he looked like a Dr. J. Poster
Flyin' high with an blowin' in the wind
Windex, index finger rolls off the glass

Then swish through the net jump a Corvette with a pirouette
But off the court he had a few temptations
No moderations by 24 he had 3
Last check crack

So many other brothers gone this dimension
And of those who got hurt receive a pension
Give a bup, bup, to locked up in detention
Memories too dimension
And we say, "One time, one more time"

Why, oh, why do memories be me?
Sometimes it makes me wanna grab my shit and
Even in seasons when it's another color
I still be lines out on the basketball court singin'

Why, oh why do be chasin' me?
Sometimes it makes me grab my shit and flee
Even in seasons when another color sport
I be rememberin' my partners on the basketball