Luyện nghe bài hát Why Oh Why

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All day to be more east to west
From Atlantic to Pacific fools come round
To get down and try to our crown
But we would hold our and we would 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 alone at the top, we had hops, we got

And when we needed to we chops
Wipe the court with game like we was usin' mops
ever happened to the Super Hoopers in the park
I reminisce while shootin' solitary after

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 lines out on the basketball court singin'

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

Why, oh,
Why, oh,

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

But oh no, the liquor got quicker to his and he said
"I think I musta placed some bets"
He hit me up for some cash, there was a car
A splash and the brother 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 with an Afro in the wind
Wipin' Windex, index rolls off the glass

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

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

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

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