Luyện nghe bài hát Why We Die

Uhh, that's shit..
..that that that niggaz ain't seen before
That's that shit! (motherfuckers ain't never
like this before, for real man)
It's down baby, uhh..
Uhh! rhymes
What? ! uhh, dmx
Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh

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

[chorus: rhymes]

(why? ) all my tell me (why) tell me (we die)
Cause we with it, quick to blaze you with it
in my soul to every word that I curse
With all the 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 walk the ground under my
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 where I'm
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, only people hug me is thieves
niggaz that send 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 but got a good heart
Shouldn't that count for
I was told I'd to nothin, most of my childhood
(? ? ) it was stuntin my growth
Seperated me from the shit I was wantin the
Felt myself close to pumpin them o's
Lump in my throat, chest out, face was poker
Tryin to, erase my ghostes, the smokers
Got on both shoulders,
to chauffeur my life through the streets
In words nigga my will was weak
Please what I speak,
This ain't average ordinary jargon
Weak rap niggaz be
This is deep, from the mind of busta, 'x and me
To all my fallen soldiers, rest in peace, til we meet

[chorus w/ variations]

[busta
I must be cuckoo, I respect the new-you, never
See you too could get it through your sweater
a nigga 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 I stand for
every single breath I breathe
Like the intake cigarette smoke, it's like you inhale
The demon in the stressed struggled and broke
If the shit was all tomorrow, I'd leave a treasure
For my kids with a legacy for my children to
You it's funny how the good die first
Get the peppin in your steppin faggot
Cause you die worse
Hold on, you know I cut off my arm, in the name of
niggaz 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]