Luyện nghe bài hát Why They Wanna Wish Death

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

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

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My stared at me, must be mad at me
I up with this nigga, how the fuck he sent the FED's at me
Boz told me, not to with niggaz
But I still threw my bone, cause I grew up with these
'cause came home man, he good
Fell off, problems in the hood
Nigga say Chico locked up, and hit the streets
And I'm still trying to find, the right for C
And my died of cancer, Black Jimmy got life
Faldy got shot, Ervin and changed his life
And I done seen so many, white t-shirts with
And I seen so many, ghetto lives get wasted
And a shame nigga, it won't change nigga
We all trapped in the hood, in 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
on lock, and told me they just killed Pee-Wee
T-Dub home man, 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 play your kindness for weakness, we call it
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
got shot, I got a call from the cops
I was dealt a bad hand, when shit gon stop
I gave Do a record deal, then he got
And his questioned me, wanna know how I feel
I made it out the hood, I'm trying to do right
And why would wanna, wish death on my life

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They say ain't fair, but you live it to us all gone
Go struggles, then you spit it through a hard song
Fake niggaz, trying to follow my move
Until you load up, and put hollows every wound
I'm a place, where it ain't no love
peel you from the back, so it ain't no hugs
Just a of niggaz, up on they grind
And it ain't too many niggaz left, so they hard to find
Most likely I don't roll with em, if ain't soldiers
real niggaz, can tell 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 right, but I'm still here holding my head
Got me thinking they still with us, but I'm knowing dead
They say, short gotta hold my steel
Wish that playing at home, we in soldier field
I was cursed my young days, speeding down these one-way's
Streets ain't no football game, we gun plays
Die for my niggaz, put my on a bible
But you start singing, like American Idol
Matic and Fat Man, they suppose to be
Ten to twenty upstate, a a year in the hole nigga

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