Luyện nghe bài hát Why They

See you lucky man... you to be around me nigga
U better take on the oxygen you all the h2o nigga
My new name is mother fuckin the way niggaz stick to me no homo

100 million dollars lovely dame and big
Shots to wayne and big
No explain yah dig
Somone come this kid
He a fraud, the city morg, gone his wig
be famous? well the game is rigged this is harlem
Were we scramble crack, beef come that
Melt them to candle wax, pump water we camel backs
Not camel toes, cat can't do jack
Place a well cancel that jaffe set it
Any baby, come to harlem baby
We drive several coupes, gray orange coupes
Girls ball like cheryl swoopes, hustle on every stoop
Your jewelry truley, and brocs mah are very cute
I'm like a can of cambells yeah I'm very soup
the kid done rose, to sleepin with roaches
In my nostril pick my nose, damn bit my toes
We slingin get yah ratchet bang it don't yah clothes
Lived in 56 and 46 live my
My grandmaother faught they grandmother mrs
Uncle came gat explode, that case disclose
Cause we'll damage yah ameatuer don't with pros
They compose, nice thay get turned to naked hoes
They wanna get the boy, hand cuff the boy
I'm the cookie monster yep chips ahoy!
Ahoy over seas they ship the toys

Why fuckin with me why they fuckin with me
Why they fuckin with me why they with me huh
Why they fuckin me why they fuckin with me man
Why they fuckin with me why they with me huh

See my mind dump, pump when I find the pump
I'm a lift him ten feet she he ain't tryna duck
Do like my hair cut, em up I lay em down
Sign em up, I swear to god bags in line and drunk
I keep loaded guns, for every bricks
My connect me one, you don't know me son
Like I love rhymin, I'm a thug shinin
And the club blinded, by the damn blood diamond

I hug the block, it hug me
Yeah it I'm grindin, I told my watch
Now look at my watch my timin
Name stop, drop it, dog you not
When I'm a stop frontin, when yah mom coppin
Shit you not rockin, watchin, glock cocked
shots in, call em re-run he pop lockin
When I his heart with some head shots
Better yet he barney rubble, he in bed
Yeah you we dead, when the grass is green
And the is black, and the roses red
That's the of death baby boy go to bed
And I don't kiss mah I kno yah so go ahead
I wildin on you, I tell you it won't be polite,
You mad I'm stylin on you, duck down, the right
the gat out two shots, peace goodnight

Why they fuckin with me why they with me
Why they fuckin with me why they fuckin me huh
Why they fuckin with me why fuckin with me man
Why they fuckin with me why they fuckin me huh