Luyện nghe bài hát Why They

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

Harlem 100 dollars lovely dame and big
to like wayne and big
No explain yah dig
Somone come claim kid
He a fraud, the city morg, gone his wig
Wanna be famous? the game is rigged this is harlem
Were we scramble crack, beef come handle
Melt them down to candle wax, water we camel backs
Not camel toes, sandal cat do jack
Place a order well cancel that set it
Any problems baby, to harlem baby
We several coupes, gray orange cherry coupes
Girls like cheryl swoopes, dudes 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
Look the kid done rose, to 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 my crows
My faught they grandmother mrs rose
Uncle came gat explode, that case disclose
Cause we'll damage yah ameatuer don't play pros
They compose, nice girls thay get to naked hoes
They wanna get the boy, hand cuff the boy
Cause I'm the monster yep chips ahoy!
Ahoy from over seas they ship the

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

See my mind designa dump, pump I find the pump
I'm a lift him ten feet she said he ain't tryna
Do my hair cut, line em up I lay em down
Sign em up, I to god garbage bags in line and drunk
I loaded guns, for every five bricks
My connect throw me one, you don't me son
I love rhymin, I'm just a thug shinin
And leave the club blinded, by the damn diamond

I hug the block, it hug me
it trust 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, em re-run he pop lockin
When I stop his heart with some head
Better yet he barney rubble, he in bed
you know we dead, when the grass is green
And the is black, and the roses red
the kiss of death baby boy go to bed
And I don't kiss mah I kno yah 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
the gat out two shots, peace goodnight

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