Luyện nghe bài hát Why Oh Why

I say my prayers every just like orange juice
I crack the out my body till I'm feelin' loose
I strap my sneakers on my feet like was combat boots
They fit my feet like Cinderella when I'm shootin'

Why oh why do memories keep me?
Sometimes it makes me wanna my shit and flee
Sometimes I wanna blow my to put my life at ease
But I clockin' out I gotta see the seven seas

Please, seven's a lucky number for me
That was the age when I discovered how good could be
Up every mornin' with the birdies little drills
Go to my left go to my right mad skills

How a love for this game bring so much sadness
I played with with so much badness
But now they gone I a song pop a three
From the top of the key in they

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

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

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

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

Old timers, new timers would get in there
And a seat there and try to prepare
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
Wipe the court your game like we was usin' mops
What ever happened to the Super Hoopers in the
I reminisce while shootin' after dark

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

Why, oh,
Why, oh,

Brother C fresh from out of town
And he had and like McDonald's he could clown ya
Dribblin' baby 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 and he said
"I think I musta placed stupid bets"
He hit me up for some cash, was a car crash
A splash and then the brother a mad dash

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

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

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

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