Luyện nghe bài hát Why They

See you man... you lucky to be around me nigga
U better on the oxygen you suckin all the h2o nigga
My new name is mother velcro 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 claim kid
He a fraud, the city morg, claim his wig
Wanna be famous? the game is rigged this is harlem
Were we scramble crack, beef handle that
Melt them down to candle wax, water we camel backs
Not camel toes, sandal cat can't do
a order well cancel that jaffe set it
Any baby, come to harlem baby
We drive several coupes, gray cherry coupes
Girls ball like swoopes, dudes hustle on every stoop
Your jewelry truley, beef and brocs mah are cute
I'm like a can of bitch yeah I'm very soup
Look the kid done rose, to with roaches
In my pick my nose, damn mice bit my toes
We slingin get yah ratchet bang it don't yah clothes
Lived in 56 and 46 my crows
My grandmaother they grandmother mrs rose
Uncle came down gat explode, that case
Cause we'll damage yah ameatuer don't with pros
They compose, nice girls thay get turned to hoes
wanna get the boy, hand cuff wrist the boy
Cause I'm the monster yep chips ahoy!
Ahoy from over seas they the toys

Why they fuckin with me why fuckin 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

See my mind designa dump, pump I find 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 and drunk
I keep guns, for every five bricks
My connect throw me one, you know me son
I love 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 look at my watch my timin
stop, drop it, dog you not poppin
When I'm a stop frontin, yah mom stop coppin
Shit you not rockin, watchin, glock cocked
Dots shots in, call em he pop lockin
When I stop his heart with some head
Better yet he rubble, he in bed rock
you know we dead, when the grass is green
And the is black, and the roses red
That's the kiss of baby boy go to bed
And I don't mah I kno yah head so go ahead
I start wildin on you, I tell you it be polite,
You mad I'm stylin on you, duck down, weave the
Pull the gat out two shots, goodnight

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