Luyện nghe bài hát Why They Wanna Wish Death

Even we all thugs
judge us by our action, but judge us by our heart
The wicked, spies upon the
God the man, who put his trust 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 cursed from the
I'm only to play 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 fuck he sent the at me
Boz me, not to fuck with niggaz
But I still threw my bone, I grew up with these niggaz
came home man, he looking good
Fell off, problems in the hood
say Chico locked up, and Mussie hit the streets
And I'm still trying to find, the lawyer for C
And my Uncle died of cancer, Black Jimmy got
got shot, hurt Ervin and changed his life
And I done seen so many, t-shirts with faces
And I seen so many, ghetto lives get wasted
And it's a shame nigga, it won't change
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 to squeeze these thangs nigga

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I to Daniel, I holla'd at Lee-Lee
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 Millie moves
and Mo' Smokey, Onkie Dejuan they cool
Some play your for weakness, we call it tipping
Come out the on the run, and get caught slipping
Bruce and Bernell, took two to the
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, this shit gon stop
I Do a record deal, then he got killed
And his sister questioned me, wanna know how I
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 ain't fair, but you live it to us all
Go through struggles, then you spit it a hard song
niggaz, trying to follow my every move
Until you load up, and put hollows every wound
I'm from a place, it ain't no love
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 left, so they hard to find
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 wish death, on me and my

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

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