Luyện nghe bài hát Why They

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

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

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

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

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

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