Luyện nghe bài hát Why They

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

Harlem 100 million dollars lovely and big
Shots to like and big
No need yah dig
Somone come claim kid
He a fraud, the city morg, claim his wig
Wanna be well the game is rigged this is harlem
Were we crack, beef come handle that
them down to candle wax, pump water we camel backs
Not toes, sandal cat can't do jack
Place a order well cancel jaffe set it
Any problems baby, come to baby
We drive several coupes, gray orange coupes
Girls ball like swoopes, dudes hustle on every stoop
Your jewelry truley, beef and brocs mah are very
I'm like a can of cambells bitch yeah I'm very
Look the kid done rose, to sleepin roaches
In my nostril pick my nose, damn bit my toes
We slingin get yah ratchet bang it forget yah clothes
in 56 and 46 live my crows
My faught they grandmother mrs rose
came down gat explode, that case disclose
Cause we'll damage yah ameatuer don't play pros
They compose, nice girls get turned to naked hoes
wanna get the boy, hand cuff wrist the boy
Cause I'm the monster yep chips ahoy!
Ahoy from seas they ship the toys

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

See my mind designa dump, pump when I the pump
I'm a him ten feet she said he ain't tryna duck
Do like my cut, line em up I lay em down
Sign em up, I swear to god garbage bags in line and
I keep loaded guns, for every five
My connect throw me one, you know me son
Like I rhymin, I'm just 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 at my watch love my timin
stop, drop it, dog you not poppin
When I'm a stop frontin, when yah mom coppin
Shit you not rockin, stop watchin, cocked
Dots shots in, call em he pop lockin
When I stop his with some head shots
Better yet he rubble, he in bed rock
Yeah you know we dead, when the grass is
And the suits is black, and the red
the kiss of death baby boy go to bed
And I don't kiss mah I kno yah head so go
I start on you, I tell you it won't be polite,
You mad I'm stylin on you, duck down, weave the
Pull the gat out two shots, goodnight

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