Luyện nghe bài hát Why They Wanna Wish Death

Even though we all
Don't us by our action, but judge us by our heart
The wicked, spies the righteous
God the man, who put his trust in God
He gave his only 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 the start
I'm only trying to play my
But why wanna wish death, on me and my niggaz

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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 with niggaz
But I still threw my bone, cause I grew up these niggaz
'cause came home man, he good
Fell off, problems in the hood
Nigga say Chico locked up, and Mussie hit the
And I'm still to find, the right lawyer for C
And my Uncle of cancer, Black Jimmy got life
got shot, hurt Ervin and changed his life
And I done seen so many, white t-shirts faces
And I done so many, ghetto lives get wasted
And it's a shame nigga, it change nigga
We all in the hood, in this game nigga
And I'm trying to raise, Romeo to be a man nigga
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 just killed
T-Dub man, Randall gone man
Miller, I put him on my arm man
Dansho on the grind, and Millie making
Petey and Mo' Smokey, Onkie they cool
Some your kindness for weakness, we call it tipping
Come out the hood on the run, and get caught
Bruce and Bernell, two to the dome
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, this 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 life 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 through every wound
I'm from a place, it ain't no love
Niggaz'll peel you from the back, so it ain't no
a bunch of niggaz, up on they grind
And it ain't too many real left, so they hard to find
Most likely I don't roll with em, if they soldiers
Only real niggaz, can tell you pain mold you
I got a plan, on the way to get
So why they wish death, on me and my niggaz

What's up peace to J-Dubs, 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
say, life's short gotta hold my steel
Wish band's 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 hand on a
But you cowards singing, like American Idol
Matic and Fat Man, they suppose to be
Ten to upstate, a half a year in the hole nigga

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