Luyện nghe bài hát Why They Wanna Wish Death

Even we all thugs
Don't judge us by our action, but judge us by our
The wicked, spies the righteous
God blesses the man, who put his in God
He his only begotten son
who ever 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 from the
I'm trying to play my part
But why they wanna wish death, on me and my

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My nigga stared at me, be mad at me
I up with this nigga, how the fuck he sent the FED's at me
Boz told me, not to fuck with
But I still threw my bone, cause I grew up these niggaz
'cause home man, he looking good
Fell off, having problems in the
Nigga say locked up, and Mussie hit the streets
And I'm still to find, the right lawyer for C
And my Uncle 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 get wasted
And it's a shame nigga, it change nigga
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 talked to Daniel, I 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 making 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 caught
and Bernell, took two to the dome
Bobby and Kirk straight, Red made it to the phone
Slim got shot, I got a from the cops
I was a bad hand, when this shit gon stop
I Do a record deal, then he got killed
And his questioned me, wanna know how I feel
I done made it out the hood, I'm trying to do
And why would they wanna, wish on my life

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They say life fair, but you live it to us all gone
Go through struggles, then you spit it through a song
Fake niggaz, trying to follow my 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 ain't no
Just a bunch of niggaz, up on grind
And it ain't too many real niggaz left, so they hard to
Most likely I don't roll with em, if they soldiers
Only real niggaz, can tell you that pain you
I got a plan, on the way to get
So why they wanna wish death, on me and my

What's up peace to J-Dubs, L and Mike
Little Chino ain't live enough, to peddle his bike
It ain't right, but I'm here holding my head
Got me thinking still with us, but I'm knowing they dead
They say, life's short gotta my steel
Wish that band's playing at home, we in field
I was cursed since my young days, speeding down these
Streets ain't no football game, we gun plays
Die for my niggaz, put my hand on a
But you start singing, like 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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