Luyện nghe bài hát Why They Wanna Wish Death

Even though we all
judge 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 gave his begotten son
That who believe in him, should not parish
But eternal life, we'll see you thugs at the crossroad

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

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

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I to Daniel, I holla'd at Lee-Lee
Marcus on lock, and told me 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
Petey and Mo' Smokey, Dejuan they cool
Some your kindness for weakness, we call it tipping
Come out the on the run, and get caught 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 a bad hand, when this shit gon stop
I gave Do a record deal, then he got
And his questioned me, wanna know how I feel
I done made it out the hood, I'm to do right
And why would they wanna, death on my life

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They say life fair, but you live it to us all gone
Go struggles, then you spit it through a hard song
Fake niggaz, trying to my every move
Until you load up, and put hollows through wound
I'm from a place, it ain't no love
Niggaz'll peel you the back, so it ain't no hugs
a bunch 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 em, if they ain't soldiers
Only real niggaz, can tell you 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 peace to J-Dubs, nigga L and
Little Chino ain't long enough, to peddle his bike
It ain't right, but I'm still holding my head
Got me thinking they still with us, but I'm knowing they
They say, life's short gotta my steel
Wish that band's playing at home, we in 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 hand on a
But you cowards start singing, American Idol
and Fat Man, they suppose to be home
Ten to twenty upstate, a a year in the hole nigga

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