Luyện nghe bài hát Why Oh Why

I say my prayers every just like orange 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
I wanna blow my brains to put my life at ease
But I ain't clockin' out I gotta see the seven

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

How could a love for this bring so much sadness
I played brothas with so much badness
But now they I sing 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 grab my shit and
Even in seasons when it's another sport
I still be memorizin' lines out on the basketball court

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 rememberin' my partners on the court

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

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

Old timers, new timers get in line 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
Wipe the court your game like we was usin' mops
What ever happened to the Super Hoopers in the
I reminisce shootin' solitary after dark

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' lines out on the court singin'

Why, oh why do be chasin' me?
Sometimes it makes me wanna grab my and flee
Even in when 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 clown ya
Dribblin' baby bounces between drinkin' forty
ya on your heels and do circles like he was Curly Neal

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

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

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

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

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

Why, oh why do be chasin' 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