Luyện nghe bài hát Why Oh Why

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

Why oh why do memories keep me?
Sometimes it makes me grab my shit and flee
I wanna 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 good ballin' be
Up every mornin' with the birdies doin' little
Go to my left go to my developin' mad skills

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

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

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

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

All day to be more specific east to
From Atlantic to fools would come round
To get down and try to take our
But we would hold our ground and we would never 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 alone at the top, we had hops, we got

And when we 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 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 another 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 rememberin' my on the basketball court

Why, oh,
Why, oh,

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

But oh no, the got quicker to his head and he said
"I think I musta placed some 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 was like a roller coaster
But on the court he looked like a Dr. J.
Flyin' high an Afro blowin' in the wind
Wipin' Windex, index rolls off the glass

Then swish through the net jump a with a triple pirouette
But off the court he had a few copulations
No by 24 he had 3 pregnations
check crack intoxications

So many other 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?
it makes me wanna grab my shit 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?
Sometimes it makes me wanna my shit and flee
in seasons when it's another color sport
I be rememberin' my partners on the basketball