Luyện nghe bài hát Why They Wanna Wish Death

Even we all thugs
judge 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
That who ever believe in him, not parish
But have eternal life, we'll see you at the crossroad

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

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My stared at me, must be mad at me
I grew up with 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 grew up with these
came home man, he looking good
Fell off, having problems in the
Nigga say locked up, and Mussie hit the streets
And I'm still trying to find, the lawyer for C
And my Uncle died of cancer, Black Jimmy got
Faldy got shot, hurt and changed his life
And I done seen so many, white with faces
And I seen so many, ghetto lives get wasted
And it's a shame nigga, it won't nigga
We all trapped in the hood, in this nigga
And I'm just trying to raise, to be a man nigga
And hope me and Silkk, don't have to squeeze these nigga

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I to Daniel, I holla'd at Lee-Lee
Marcus on lock, and told me just killed Pee-Wee
home man, Randall gone man
Miller, I put him on my arm man
Dansho on the grind, and Millie moves
and Mo' Smokey, Onkie Dejuan they cool
Some play kindness for weakness, we call it tipping
out the hood on the run, and get caught slipping
Bruce and Bernell, took two to the
Bobby and Kirk straight, Red never it to the phone
got shot, I got a call from the cops
I was dealt a bad hand, when this gon stop
I Do a record deal, then he got killed
And his questioned me, wanna know how I feel
I made it out the hood, I'm trying to do right
And why would they wanna, wish on my life

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They say life ain't fair, but you live it to us all
Go through struggles, then you spit it a hard song
Fake niggaz, to follow my every move
Until you up, and put hollows through every wound
I'm a place, where it ain't no love
Niggaz'll peel you from the back, so it no hugs
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 ain't
Only niggaz, can tell you that pain mold 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 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
They say, short gotta hold my steel
Wish that band's playing at home, we in field
I was cursed since my days, speeding 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, like Idol
Matic and Fat Man, they to be home
Ten to twenty upstate, a half a year in the hole

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