Luyện nghe bài hát Why We Die

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

I see ghosts clearly; though, most don't hear me
They still get near me - fear me, so I'm leary
eerie what I'm feelin - from the floor, to the ceilin
Straight through the roof, the truth?
I kinda robbin and stealin
Cause it kept a nigga hungry, only eatin I starved
I was ugly, so I robbed, no one me, shit was hard
Went to God once in a while it got a little too hectic
He was the only one I that I respected (why? )
know why, didn't know what I was livin was a lie
If I ain't shit then, why I try
See, niggaz die, over dumb shit, up in the hood
Real good heart, but up to no
Thought I did what I could, but I guess it, enough
The devil told me it would but I kept callin his bluff
it rains it pours now, my pains 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 it, quick to blaze you with it
From in my soul to word that I curse
all the agony expressed in this verse;
Let me ask my (why? )
My tell me (why) tell me (we die)
Because we gods (and) we go the yard nigga
Because I walk the under my feet
And keep it live and stay in tune with the
Now let me ask my (why? )

They say the good die young, in the hood 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, only people that hug me is
Same niggaz send shots through my rugby sleeves
They wanna, slug me and leave, I'm it must be me
Please light, the hood's dark
I did my dirt but got a heart
that count for somethin?
I was told I'd amount to nothin, most of my
(? ? ) it was stuntin my growth
Seperated me from the shit I was the most
Felt myself comin 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 other words nigga my will was
Please what I speak,
This ain't average ordinary jargon
Weak rap be talkin
shit is deep, from the mind of busta, 'x and me
To all my fallen soldiers, rest in peace, til we niggaz

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

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