Luyện nghe bài hát Why We Die

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

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

[chorus: rhymes]

(why? ) all my niggaz tell me (why) me (we die)
Cause we with it, quick to blaze you with it
From in my to every word that I curse
all the agony expressed in this verse;
Let me ask my (why? )
My niggaz me (why) tell me (we die)
Because we gods nigga (and) we go the yard
Because I the ground under my feet
And keep it live and in tune 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 to that - why the fuck am I here?
I to the air, I ask god, "love me please,"
But in reality, only people hug me is thieves
Same niggaz that shots through my rugby sleeves
They wanna, slug me and leave, I'm it must be me
Please shed light, the dark
I did my dirt but got a heart
Shouldn't that count for
I was told I'd amount to nothin, most of my
Like (? ? ) it was my growth
Seperated me from the shit I was the most
Felt myself comin close to pumpin o's
Lump in my throat, chest out, face was poker
Tryin to, my ghostes, chase the smokers
Got on both shoulders,
Tryin to chauffeur my life through the
In other nigga my will was weak
feel what I speak,
This ain't your average jargon
Weak rap be talkin
This shit is deep, from the of busta, 'x and me
To all my fallen soldiers, rest in peace, til we meet

w/ minor variations]

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

w/ minor variations]