Luyện nghe bài hát Why We Die

Uhh, that's shit..
..that that that ain't even seen before
That's that shit! (motherfuckers ain't seen
Nothing like this before, for man)
It's goin baby, uhh..
Uhh! busta
! uhh, dmx nigga
Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh

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

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(why? ) all my tell me (why) tell me (we die)
Cause we with 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 niggaz tell me (why) me (we die)
Because we gods (and) we go the yard nigga
I walk the ground under my feet
And keep it and stay 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 question to - why the fuck 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 heart
Shouldn't that for somethin?
I was told I'd to nothin, most of my childhood
(? ? ) it was stuntin my growth
Seperated me from the I was wantin the most
Felt myself close to pumpin them o's
Lump in my throat, chest poked out, was poker
Tryin to, erase my ghostes, the smokers
Got demons on shoulders,
Tryin to chauffeur my life through the
In other words nigga my will was
Please what I speak,
ain't your average ordinary jargon
Weak rap be talkin
This shit is deep, the mind of busta, 'x and me
To all my fallen soldiers, rest in peace, til we meet

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rhymes]
I must be cuckoo, like I the new-you, never
See you too get it through your fubu sweater
Like a nigga when he walk in the dark,
On a land, shots echo loud in the park
I and die for all the shit I believe
And rep for everything I for
With single breath 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 tomorrow, I'd leave a treasure
For my kids a legacy for my children to follow
You know it's funny how the die first
Get the peppin in your steppin faggot
you could die worse
Hold on, you know I cut off my arm, in the name of
Real niggaz in the midst of droppin bomb
Allah blessin me to rep for the better, and on
Somethin great and a nigga name livin forever!

[chorus w/ minor