Luyện nghe bài hát Why They

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

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

Why fuckin with me why they fuckin with me
Why they fuckin me why they fuckin with me huh
Why they fuckin with me why they fuckin me man
Why they fuckin with me why they 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 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 loaded guns, for every five bricks
My connect throw me one, you don't me son
Like I 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 my timin
Name stop, drop it, dog you not
When I'm a frontin, when yah mom stop coppin
Shit you not rockin, stop watchin, glock
Dots shots in, call em re-run he pop
When I stop his heart some head shots
Better yet he barney rubble, he in bed
Yeah you know we dead, when the is green
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 wildin on you, I you it won't be polite,
You mad I'm stylin on you, duck down, the right
Pull the gat out two shots, goodnight

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