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 seen
Nothing this before, for real man)
It's down baby, uhh..
Uhh! rhymes
! uhh, dmx nigga
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 I'm feelin - from the floor, to the ceilin
Straight through the roof, 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 in a while when it got a little too hectic
He was the only one I knew I respected (why? )
Didn't know why, didn't what I was livin was a lie
If I ain't shit then, why I try
See, plenty die, over dumb shit, up in the hood
Real good heart, but up to no
Thought I did what I could, but I it, wasn't enough
The devil told me it would but I kept callin his bluff
it rains it pours now, my pains are yours
As yours are what's mine, define, doors (nigga!)

busta rhymes]

(why? ) all my tell me (why) tell me (we die)
we crazy with it, quick to blaze you with it
From in my soul to every 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 nigga
Because I walk the ground my feet
And keep it live and stay in tune 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 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 hood's
I did my dirt but got a heart
Shouldn't count for somethin?
I was I'd amount to nothin, most of my childhood
Like (? ? ) it was my growth
Seperated me from the I was wantin the most
Felt comin close to pumpin them o's
in my throat, chest poked out, face was poker
Tryin to, my ghostes, chase the smokers
Got on both shoulders,
to chauffeur my life through the streets
In other words my will was weak
Please what I speak,
This your average ordinary jargon
Weak rap niggaz be
shit is deep, from the mind of busta, 'x and me
To all my fallen soldiers, rest in peace, til we niggaz

w/ minor variations]

[busta
I must be cuckoo, like I respect the new-you,
See you too could get it through your sweater
Like a nigga he walk in the dark, trespassin
On a land, shots echo loud in the park
I live and die for all the shit I
And rep for I stand for
With every single breath I
Like the intake cigarette smoke, it's like you inhale
The demon in the gutter stressed struggled and
If the shit was all tomorrow, I'd leave a treasure
For my kids a legacy for my children to follow
You it's funny how the good die first
Get the peppin in your steppin nigga
Cause you die worse
Hold on, you know I cut off my arm, in the of reppin
niggaz in the midst of droppin this bomb
Allah blessin me to rep for the better, and on
Somethin great and keep a nigga name forever!

[chorus w/ minor