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 like they was combat
They fit my feet Cinderella when I'm shootin' hoops

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

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

Why, oh, why do memories be 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 court singin'

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

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

All day to be more east 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 would back down

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

And when we to we busted chops
Wipe the court your 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 memories be me?
Sometimes it makes me grab my shit and flee
in seasons when it's another color sport
I still be memorizin' lines out on the court singin'

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

Why, oh,
Why, oh,

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

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

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

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

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