Luyện nghe bài hát Why They Wanna Wish Death

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

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

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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 with niggaz
But I still my bone, cause I grew up with these niggaz
came home man, he looking good
Fell off, having problems in the
Nigga say Chico up, and Mussie hit the streets
And I'm trying to find, the right lawyer for C
And my died of cancer, Black Jimmy got life
Faldy got shot, hurt Ervin and his life
And I done seen so many, t-shirts with faces
And I done seen so many, ghetto lives get
And it's a shame nigga, it change nigga
We all trapped in the hood, in this nigga
And I'm just trying to raise, Romeo to be a man
And hope me and Silkk, don't have to these thangs nigga

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I to Daniel, I holla'd at Lee-Lee
Marcus on lock, and told me they killed Pee-Wee
T-Dub home man, Randall man
Miller, I put him on my arm man
Dansho on the grind, and Millie making
Petey and Mo' Smokey, Dejuan they cool
Some your kindness for weakness, we call it tipping
out the hood on the run, and get caught slipping
Bruce and Bernell, took two to the
Bobby and Kirk straight, Red made it to the phone
got shot, I got a call 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 how I feel
I done made it out the hood, I'm to do right
And why would they wanna, wish death on my

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They say ain't fair, but you live it to us all gone
Go through struggles, then you it through a hard song
Fake niggaz, trying to follow my move
you load up, and put hollows through every wound
I'm from a place, where it ain't no
Niggaz'll peel you from the back, so it no hugs
a bunch of niggaz, up on they grind
And it ain't too many real niggaz left, so they hard to
Most I don't 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 wanna death, on me and my niggaz

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

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