Luyện nghe bài hát Why They

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

100 million dollars lovely dame and big
Shots to wayne and big
No explain yah dig
Somone come this kid
He a fraud, the city morg, claim his wig
Wanna be famous? well the game is this is harlem
we scramble crack, beef come handle that
Melt down to candle wax, pump water we camel backs
Not camel toes, cat can't do jack
Place a order well cancel that set it
Any problems baby, come to baby
We drive coupes, gray orange cherry coupes
Girls like cheryl 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 soup
Look the kid rose, to sleepin with roaches
In my nostril my nose, damn mice bit my toes
We slingin get yah bang it don't forget yah clothes
in 56 and 46 live my crows
My faught they grandmother mrs rose
Uncle came down gat explode, that disclose
we'll damage yah ameatuer don't play with pros
They compose, nice girls get turned to naked hoes
They wanna get the boy, cuff wrist the boy
Cause I'm the cookie monster yep ahoy!
Ahoy over seas they ship the toys

Why they fuckin with me why fuckin with me
Why they fuckin with me why they fuckin me huh
Why fuckin 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 find the
I'm a lift him ten feet she said he ain't tryna
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
I love rhymin, I'm just a thug shinin
And leave the 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 love my timin
stop, drop it, dog you not poppin
When I'm a stop frontin, when yah mom stop
Shit you not rockin, stop watchin, cocked
shots in, call em re-run he pop lockin
When I stop his heart with head shots
Better yet he barney rubble, he in bed
Yeah you know we dead, when the grass is
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 head so go
I start on you, I tell 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 fuckin me
Why they fuckin with me why they fuckin me huh
Why they fuckin with me why they fuckin me man
Why they fuckin me why they fuckin with me huh