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, upon the righteous
God blesses the man, who put his in God
He gave his only son
That who ever in him, should not parish
But have eternal life, we'll see you thugs at the

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

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My nigga at me, must be mad at me
I up with this nigga, how the fuck he sent the FED's at me
Boz me, not to fuck with niggaz
But I still threw my bone, I grew up with these niggaz
'cause home man, he looking 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 got life
Faldy got shot, hurt and changed his life
And I done seen so many, t-shirts with faces
And I done seen so many, lives get wasted
And a shame nigga, it won't change nigga
We all in the hood, in this game nigga
And I'm just trying to raise, Romeo to be a man
And hope me and Silkk, don't have to squeeze these nigga

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I talked to Daniel, I at Lee-Lee
Marcus on lock, and told me they killed Pee-Wee
T-Dub man, Randall gone man
Miller, I put him on my arm man
Dansho on the grind, and Millie moves
and Mo' Smokey, Onkie Dejuan they cool
Some your kindness for weakness, we call it tipping
Come out the hood on the run, and get caught
and Bernell, took two to the dome
Bobby and Kirk straight, Red never it to the phone
Slim got shot, I got a from the cops
I was dealt a bad hand, when this shit gon
I Do a record deal, then he got killed
And his sister questioned me, wanna know how I
I done made it out the hood, I'm trying to do
And why they wanna, wish death on my life

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

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

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