Luyện nghe bài hát Why They Wanna Wish Death

Even we all thugs
Don't judge us by our action, but judge us by our
The wicked, spies upon the
God blesses the man, who put his in God
He his only begotten son
That who ever believe in him, should not
But have eternal life, we'll see you thugs at the

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Some say, life be
I think, we was from the start
I'm only trying to my part
But why they wish death, on me and my niggaz

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My nigga at me, must be mad at me
I grew up with this nigga, how the he sent the FED's at me
Boz told me, not to fuck niggaz
But I still threw my bone, cause I grew up with these
'cause came home man, he good
Fell off, having in the hood
Nigga say Chico locked up, and hit the streets
And I'm still trying to find, the lawyer for C
And my Uncle died of cancer, Black Jimmy got
Faldy got shot, hurt Ervin and his life
And I seen so many, white t-shirts with faces
And I seen so many, ghetto lives get wasted
And it's a shame nigga, it won't nigga
We all trapped in the hood, in this nigga
And I'm just to raise, Romeo to be a man nigga
And hope me and Silkk, don't have to squeeze thangs nigga

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I talked to Daniel, I at Lee-Lee
Marcus on lock, and told me they just killed
T-Dub home man, gone man
Miller, I put him on my arm man
Dansho on the grind, and Millie making
Petey and Mo' Smokey, Onkie Dejuan cool
Some play your for weakness, we call it tipping
out the hood on the run, and get caught slipping
Bruce and Bernell, two to the dome
Bobby and Kirk straight, Red never made it to the
Slim got shot, I got a call the cops
I was dealt a bad hand, when shit gon stop
I gave Do a record deal, he got killed
And his sister questioned me, wanna know how I
I done made it out the hood, I'm to do right
And why they wanna, wish death on my life

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They say life fair, but you live it to us all gone
Go through struggles, then you spit it a hard song
Fake niggaz, trying to follow my move
Until you load up, and put hollows through wound
I'm from a place, it ain't no love
peel you from the back, so it ain't no hugs
Just a bunch of niggaz, up on grind
And it ain't too real niggaz left, so they hard to find
Most likely I don't roll em, if they ain't soldiers
Only real niggaz, can tell you that pain you
I got a plan, on the way to get
So why wanna wish death, on me and my niggaz

What's up peace to J-Dubs, L and Mike
Little Chino ain't live enough, to peddle his bike
It ain't right, but I'm still holding my head
Got me thinking they still us, but I'm knowing they dead
say, life's short gotta hold my steel
Wish that band's playing at home, we in field
I was since my young days, speeding down these one-way's
Streets ain't no football game, we gun plays
Die for my niggaz, put my hand on a
But you cowards start singing, like Idol
Matic and Fat Man, suppose to be home
Ten to twenty upstate, a half a year in the nigga

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