Luyện nghe bài hát Why Oh Why

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

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

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

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

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

All day to be more east to west
From Atlantic to Pacific 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 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 busted
Wipe the court your game like we was usin' mops
What ever happened to the Super Hoopers in the
I reminisce while shootin' solitary dark

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

Why, oh,
Why, oh,

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

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

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

Then swish through the net jump a Corvette with a triple
But off the he had a few temptations copulations
No moderations by 24 he had 3
Last check crack

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

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