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 upon the
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 thugs at the

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Some say, be short
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 at me, must 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 threw my bone, cause I grew up with niggaz
'cause came man, he looking good
off, having problems in the hood
Nigga say locked up, and Mussie hit the streets
And I'm still trying to find, the lawyer for C
And my died of cancer, Black Jimmy got life
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 lives get
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 thangs nigga

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I to Daniel, I holla'd at Lee-Lee
Marcus on lock, and told me they just killed
T-Dub home man, Randall man
Miller, I put him on my arm man
Dansho on the grind, and Millie moves
Petey and Mo' Smokey, Onkie they cool
Some play your kindness for weakness, we call it
Come out the hood on the run, and get 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 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, know how I feel
I done made it out the hood, I'm to do right
And why would they wanna, wish 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, to follow my every move
Until you load up, and put hollows through every
I'm from a place, it ain't no love
Niggaz'll peel you from the back, so it ain't no
Just a of niggaz, up on they grind
And it ain't too many real niggaz left, so they hard to
Most likely I roll with em, if they ain't soldiers
Only real niggaz, can tell you that 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
Chino ain't live long enough, to peddle his bike
It ain't right, but I'm here holding my head
Got me thinking they still us, but I'm knowing they dead
say, life's short gotta hold my steel
Wish that playing at home, we in soldier field
I was cursed since my days, speeding down these one-way's
Streets ain't no football game, we gun plays
Die for my niggaz, put my on a bible
But you cowards start singing, like American
Matic and Fat Man, suppose to be home
Ten to twenty upstate, a a year in the hole nigga

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