Luyện nghe bài hát Why Oh Why

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

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

Please, seven's a lucky number for me
was the age when I discovered how good 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 so much sadness
I played with brothas with so much
But now they gone I sing a song pop a
the top of the key in they memory

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

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

Do you remember runnin' the court in
Me and my homies be down for
Would come along and try to send us to the
From the game that we'd been dominatin' there for

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

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

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

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

Why, oh why do memories be me?
it makes me wanna grab 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 came from out of town
And he had handles and like McDonald's he could ya
Dribblin' bounces between drinkin' forty ounces
Knock ya on your heels and do circles like he was Neal

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

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

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

So many brothers gone from this dimension
And none of those who got hurt a pension
Give a bup, bup, to locked up in detention
too many dimension
And we say, "One time, one more time"

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

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