Luyện nghe bài hát Why They

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

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

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

See my mind designa dump, pump when I 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
Sign em up, I swear to god garbage bags in line and
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 damn diamond

I hug the block, it hug me
Yeah it I'm grindin, I told my watch
Now at my watch love my timin
Name stop, it, dog you not poppin
When I'm a frontin, when yah mom stop coppin
you not rockin, stop watchin, glock cocked
Dots shots in, call em he pop lockin
I stop his heart with some head shots
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
That's the kiss of death boy go to bed
And I don't kiss mah I kno yah head so go
I wildin on you, I tell you it won't be polite,
You mad I'm on you, duck down, weave the right
Pull the gat out two shots, peace

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