Luyện nghe bài hát Why They

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

Harlem 100 million lovely dame and big
Shots to wayne and big
No explain yah dig
come claim this kid
He a fraud, the morg, gone claim his wig
Wanna be well the game is rigged this is harlem
Were we scramble crack, beef handle that
Melt them down to candle wax, pump water we camel
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, gray orange cherry
Girls ball like cheryl swoopes, dudes hustle on every
Your jewelry truley, beef and mah are very cute
I'm like a can of cambells bitch I'm very soup
the kid done rose, to sleepin with roaches
In my nostril pick my nose, mice bit my toes
We slingin get yah ratchet it don't forget yah clothes
in 56 and 46 live my crows
My grandmaother they grandmother mrs rose
Uncle came down gat explode, that disclose
Cause damage yah ameatuer don't play with pros
They compose, nice girls thay get to naked hoes
They get the boy, hand cuff wrist the boy
Cause I'm the cookie monster yep ahoy!
Ahoy over seas they ship the toys

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

See my mind designa dump, pump when I find the
I'm a him ten feet she said he ain't tryna duck
Do my hair cut, line em up I lay em down
Sign em up, I swear to god garbage bags in and drunk
I keep loaded guns, for every bricks
My connect me one, you don't know me son
Like I love rhymin, I'm just a thug
And leave the club blinded, by the 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
Name stop, it, dog you not poppin
When I'm a stop frontin, yah mom stop coppin
Shit you not rockin, stop watchin, glock
Dots shots in, call em re-run he pop
When I his heart with some head shots
Better yet he rubble, he in bed rock
Yeah you know we dead, 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 kiss mah I kno yah head so go
I start wildin on you, I tell you it be polite,
You mad I'm on you, duck down, weave the right
Pull the gat out two shots, goodnight

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