Luyện nghe bài hát Why They Wanna Wish Death

Even though we all
Don't judge us by our action, but judge us by our
The wicked, spies upon the
God blesses the man, who put his in God
He his only 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, life be
I think, we was cursed the start
I'm only trying to my part
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 this nigga, how the fuck he sent the FED's at me
Boz me, not to fuck with niggaz
But I still threw my bone, cause I up with these niggaz
'cause came home man, he good
Fell off, having problems in the
Nigga say Chico up, and Mussie hit the streets
And I'm still to find, the right lawyer for C
And my Uncle died of cancer, Jimmy got life
Faldy got shot, hurt and changed his life
And I done seen so many, t-shirts with faces
And I done so many, ghetto lives get wasted
And it's a shame nigga, it won't change
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 squeeze thangs nigga

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I talked to Daniel, I at Lee-Lee
Marcus on lock, and told me they just killed
T-Dub man, Randall gone man
Miller, I put him on my arm man
Dansho on the grind, and Millie making
and Mo' Smokey, Onkie Dejuan they cool
Some play your for weakness, we call it tipping
out the hood on the run, and get caught slipping
Bruce and Bernell, took two to the
and Kirk straight, Red never made it to the phone
Slim got shot, I got a call from the
I was dealt a bad hand, when shit gon stop
I gave Do a record deal, then he got
And his sister questioned me, wanna know how I
I done made it out the hood, I'm trying to do
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 through struggles, you spit it through a hard song
Fake niggaz, trying to my every move
Until you load up, and put hollows every wound
I'm from a place, where it ain't no
Niggaz'll you from the back, so it ain't no hugs
Just a bunch of niggaz, up on grind
And it ain't too many real niggaz left, so hard to find
Most likely I don't roll with em, if they soldiers
Only niggaz, can tell 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 live long enough, to peddle his bike
It right, but I'm still here holding my head
Got me thinking they still us, but I'm knowing they dead
They say, life's short hold my steel
Wish that band's playing at home, we in soldier
I was cursed since my young days, down these one-way's
ain't no football game, we running gun plays
Die for my niggaz, put my on a bible
But you cowards start singing, American Idol
Matic and Fat Man, suppose to be home
Ten to twenty upstate, a half a in the hole nigga

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