Luyện nghe bài hát Why They

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

Harlem 100 million lovely dame and big
Shots to like and big
No need yah dig
Somone come claim kid
He a fraud, the city morg, gone his wig
Wanna be famous? the game is rigged this is harlem
Were we crack, beef come handle that
Melt them down to candle wax, water we camel backs
Not toes, sandal cat can't do jack
Place a order well cancel that set it
Any problems baby, to harlem baby
We drive several coupes, gray orange cherry
Girls ball like cheryl swoopes, dudes hustle on every
Your jewelry truley, beef and brocs mah are cute
I'm like a can of cambells yeah I'm very soup
Look the kid rose, to sleepin with roaches
In my nostril my nose, damn mice bit my toes
We get yah ratchet bang it don't forget yah clothes
in 56 and 46 live my crows
My grandmaother faught they grandmother mrs
Uncle came down gat explode, that case
Cause we'll damage yah ameatuer play with pros
compose, nice girls thay get turned to naked hoes
They wanna get the boy, hand cuff 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 they with me why they fuckin with me huh
Why they fuckin with me why fuckin with me man
Why they with me why they fuckin with me huh

See my designa dump, pump when I find the pump
I'm a lift him ten feet she said he ain't duck
Do like my hair cut, line em up I lay em
Sign em up, I swear to god garbage bags in and drunk
I keep loaded guns, for every 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 blood

I hug the block, it hug me
Yeah it trust I'm grindin, I told my
Now look at my watch my timin
stop, drop it, dog you not poppin
When I'm a stop frontin, when yah mom stop
Shit you not rockin, watchin, glock cocked
Dots shots in, em re-run he pop lockin
When I stop his with some head shots
Better yet he barney rubble, he in bed
Yeah you know we dead, the grass is green
And the is black, and the roses red
That's the of death baby boy go to bed
And I don't mah I kno yah head so go ahead
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 fuckin with me why they fuckin with me huh
Why fuckin with me why they fuckin with me man
Why fuckin with me why they fuckin with me huh