Luyện nghe bài hát Why We Die

Uhh, some shit..
..that that that ain't even seen before
That's that shit! (motherfuckers ain't never
Nothing like before, for real man)
goin down baby, uhh..
Uhh! busta
! uhh, dmx nigga
Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh

I see ghosts even though, most don't hear me
They wanna get near me - fear me, so I'm leary
eerie what I'm feelin - from the floor, to the ceilin
Straight through the roof, want the
I kinda miss and stealin
Cause it kept a nigga hungry, only when I starved
I was ugly, so I robbed, no one loved me, was hard
Went to God in a while when it got a little too hectic
He was the only one I that I respected (why? )
Didn't know why, know what I was livin was a lie
If I ain't then, why should I try
See, niggaz die, over dumb shit, up in the hood
good heart, but up to no good
Thought I did what I could, but I guess it, wasn't
The devil told me it would happen but I kept callin his
When it rains it pours now, my are yours
As yours are what's mine, define, revolvin (nigga!)

busta rhymes]

(why? ) all my niggaz me (why) tell me (we die)
Cause we crazy with it, quick to you with it
in my soul to every word that I curse
With all the agony in this verse;
Let me ask my (why? )
My tell me (why) tell me (we die)
we gods nigga (and) we go the yard nigga
Because I walk the under my feet
And keep it live and stay in with the street
Now let me ask my (why? )

They say the die young, in the hood where I'm from
I only got one question to that - why the fuck am I
I to the air, I ask god, "love me please,"
But in reality, people that hug me is thieves
Same niggaz that send shots through my rugby
wanna, slug me and leave, I'm thinkin it must be me
Please shed light, the hood's
I did my but got a good heart
that count for somethin?
I was told I'd amount to nothin, most of my
Like (? ? ) it was stuntin my
Seperated me from the I was wantin the most
Felt comin close to pumpin them o's
Lump in my throat, chest poked out, face was
Tryin to, erase my ghostes, chase the
Got demons on shoulders,
Tryin to my life through the streets
In words nigga my will was weak
feel what I speak,
This ain't your average jargon
Weak rap be talkin
This shit is deep, the mind of busta, 'x and me
To all my soldiers, rest in peace, til we meet niggaz

[chorus w/ minor

rhymes]
I must be cuckoo, like I the new-you, never
See you too could get it through your fubu
Like a nigga he walk in the dark, trespassin
On a land, shots echo loud in the park
I live and die for all the I believe
And rep for everything I for
With every single breath I
Like the from cigarette smoke, it's like you inhale
The demon in the gutter stressed struggled and
If the shit was all over tomorrow, I'd a treasure
For my with a legacy for my children to follow
You know funny how the good die first
Get the peppin in your steppin nigga
Cause you could die
on, you know I cut off my arm, in the name of reppin
Real in the midst of droppin this bomb
Allah blessin me to rep for the better, and on
Somethin and keep a nigga name livin forever!

w/ minor variations]