Luyện nghe bài hát Why We Die

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

I see clearly; even though, most don't hear me
They still get near me - fear me, so I'm leary
Kinda eerie what I'm feelin - the floor, to the ceilin
through the roof, want the truth?
I kinda miss and stealin
Cause it kept a nigga hungry, eatin when I starved
I was ugly, so I robbed, no one me, shit was hard
Went to God once in a while when it got a little too
He was the only one I knew I respected (why? )
Didn't why, didn't know what I was livin was a lie
If I ain't then, why should I try
See, plenty niggaz die, over dumb shit, up in the
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
When it rains it pours now, my pains are
As are what's mine, define, revolvin doors (nigga!)

[chorus: rhymes]

(why? ) all my niggaz me (why) tell me (we die)
Cause we crazy with it, quick to 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)
we gods nigga (and) we go the yard nigga
Because I 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, only people that hug me is
Same niggaz send shots through my rugby sleeves
They wanna, slug me and leave, I'm thinkin it be me
shed light, the hood's dark
I did my dirt but got a good
Shouldn't that for somethin?
I was I'd amount to nothin, most of my childhood
Like (? ? ) it was stuntin my
me from the shit I was wantin the most
Felt myself comin close to them o's
Lump in my throat, chest out, face was poker
to, erase my ghostes, chase the smokers
Got on both shoulders,
to chauffeur my life through the streets
In other words nigga my was weak
Please what I speak,
This ain't your average jargon
rap niggaz be talkin
This shit is deep, the mind of busta, 'x and me
To all my soldiers, rest in peace, til we meet niggaz

[chorus w/ minor

rhymes]
I must be cuckoo, I respect the new-you, never
See you too could get it your fubu sweater
Like a nigga when he walk in the dark,
On a nigga land, echo loud in the park
I and die for all the shit I believe
And rep for everything I for
With every single breath I
Like the intake cigarette smoke, it's like you inhale
The in the gutter stressed 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 know funny how the good die first
Get the peppin in your steppin nigga
Cause you could die
on, you know I cut off my arm, in the name of reppin
Real niggaz in the midst of droppin bomb
blessin me to rep for the better, and carry on
Somethin great and keep a nigga livin forever!

w/ minor variations]