Luyện nghe bài hát Why We Die

Uhh, that's shit..
..that that that niggaz ain't even seen
That's that shit! (motherfuckers ain't never
like this 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, don't hear me
They still wanna get me - fear me, so I'm leary
Kinda eerie what I'm - from the floor, to the ceilin
through the roof, want the truth?
I kinda robbin and stealin
Cause it kept a nigga hungry, only eatin when I
I was ugly, so I robbed, no one loved me, shit was
Went to God once in a while when it got a too hectic
He was the only one I that I respected (why? )
Didn't know why, didn't what I was livin was a lie
If I ain't then, why should I try
See, plenty niggaz die, over shit, up in the hood
Real 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 callin his bluff
it rains it pours now, my pains are yours
As are what's mine, define, revolvin doors (nigga!)

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(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 nigga (and) we go the nigga
Because I walk the ground my feet
And keep it live and in tune with the street
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 am I here?
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 sleeves
wanna, slug me and leave, I'm thinkin it must be me
Please light, the hood's dark
I did my dirt but got a good
Shouldn't count for somethin?
I was told I'd to nothin, most of my childhood
Like (? ? ) it was my growth
Seperated me from the shit I was the most
Felt myself comin to pumpin them o's
Lump in my throat, chest out, face was poker
Tryin to, my ghostes, chase the smokers
Got demons on shoulders,
Tryin to chauffeur my life through the
In words nigga my will was weak
feel what I speak,
This your average ordinary 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

w/ minor variations]

[busta
I must be cuckoo, like I respect the new-you,
See you too could get it through your fubu
Like a when he walk in the dark, trespassin
On a nigga land, shots echo loud in the
I live and die for all the I believe
And rep for I stand 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 over tomorrow, I'd a treasure
For my with a legacy for my children to follow
You know it's funny how the good die
Get the in your steppin faggot nigga
Cause you die worse
Hold on, you know I cut off my arm, in the of reppin
Real niggaz in the of droppin this bomb
Allah me to rep for the better, and carry on
Somethin and keep a nigga name livin forever!

[chorus w/ minor