Luyện nghe bài hát Why They

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

Harlem 100 million dollars dame and big
Shots to like and big
No explain yah dig
Somone come this kid
He a fraud, the city morg, gone his wig
Wanna be famous? well the game is rigged is harlem
Were we crack, beef come handle that
Melt them down to wax, pump water we camel backs
Not toes, sandal cat can't do jack
Place a well cancel that jaffe set it
Any problems baby, come to harlem
We several 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 bitch yeah I'm very soup
Look the kid rose, to sleepin with roaches
In my pick my nose, damn mice bit my toes
We slingin get yah ratchet bang it don't yah clothes
Lived in 56 and 46 live my
My grandmaother faught grandmother mrs rose
Uncle came down gat explode, that disclose
Cause we'll damage yah ameatuer don't play pros
They compose, nice girls thay get turned to hoes
They get the boy, hand cuff wrist the boy
Cause I'm the monster yep chips ahoy!
Ahoy from seas they ship the toys

Why they fuckin with me why they with me
Why fuckin with me why they fuckin with me huh
Why fuckin 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 ain't duck
Do like my hair cut, em up I lay em down
Sign em up, I to god garbage bags in line and drunk
I keep loaded guns, for five bricks
My throw me one, you don't know me son
I love rhymin, I'm just a thug 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 look at my watch love my
Name stop, it, dog you not poppin
When I'm a stop frontin, yah mom stop coppin
Shit you not rockin, watchin, glock cocked
Dots shots in, call em he pop lockin
When I stop his heart with some head
Better yet he rubble, he in bed rock
Yeah you know we dead, when the 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 so go ahead
I wildin 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 with me why they fuckin with me man
Why they fuckin with me why they fuckin me huh