Luyện nghe bài hát Why They

See you lucky man... you lucky to be me nigga
U better take on the oxygen you suckin all the h2o
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 well the game is rigged this is harlem
Were we scramble crack, beef come that
Melt down to candle wax, pump water we camel backs
Not toes, sandal cat can't do jack
Place a order well that jaffe set it
Any problems baby, come to baby
We drive several coupes, orange cherry coupes
Girls ball like cheryl swoopes, dudes hustle on every
Your jewelry truley, beef and brocs mah are cute
I'm a can of cambells bitch yeah I'm very soup
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 don't forget yah
Lived in 56 and 46 my crows
My grandmaother faught they mrs rose
Uncle came down gat explode, that disclose
Cause we'll damage yah don't play with pros
They compose, nice girls thay get turned to naked
They wanna get the boy, hand cuff the boy
I'm the cookie monster yep chips ahoy!
Ahoy from over they ship the toys

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

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

I hug the block, it hug me
Yeah it trust I'm grindin, I my watch
Now look at my watch my timin
Name stop, it, dog you not poppin
When I'm a frontin, when yah mom stop coppin
Shit you not rockin, watchin, glock cocked
Dots shots in, call em re-run he pop
When I stop his heart with head shots
Better yet he barney rubble, he in bed
you know we dead, when the grass is green
And the suits is black, and the red
That's the of death baby boy go to bed
And I kiss 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, down, weave the right
Pull the gat out two shots, goodnight

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