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 the righteous
God the man, who put his trust in God
He gave his begotten son
That who believe in him, should not parish
But have eternal life, we'll see you at the crossroad

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

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

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P]
I talked to Daniel, I holla'd at
on lock, and told me they just killed Pee-Wee
T-Dub man, Randall gone man
Miller, I put him on my arm man
Dansho on the grind, and making moves
Petey and Mo' Smokey, Dejuan they cool
Some play your for weakness, we call it tipping
Come out the hood on the run, and get slipping
Bruce and Bernell, 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 gave Do a record deal, he got killed
And his sister questioned me, wanna 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 life fair, but you live it to us all gone
Go through struggles, then you spit it through a song
niggaz, trying to follow my every move
Until you load up, and put hollows through every
I'm from a place, where it no love
Niggaz'll peel you from the back, so it ain't no
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
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 ain't live long enough, to peddle his
It ain't right, but I'm still here holding my
Got me thinking still with us, but I'm knowing they dead
They say, life's short gotta my steel
that band's playing at home, we in soldier field
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 singing, like American Idol
Matic and Fat Man, they suppose to be
Ten to twenty upstate, a half a year in the nigga

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