Luyện nghe bài hát Why We Die

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

I see ghosts even though, most don't hear me
still wanna get near me - fear me, so I'm leary
Kinda eerie what I'm - from the floor, to the ceilin
Straight through the roof, 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 in a while when it got a little too hectic
He was the one I knew that I respected (why? )
Didn't know why, didn't what I was livin was a lie
If I shit then, why should I try
See, plenty die, over dumb shit, up in the hood
Real heart, but up to no good
Thought I did what I could, but I guess it, enough
The devil told me it would happen but I callin his bluff
When it rains it now, my pains are yours
As yours are what's mine, define, revolvin (nigga!)

busta rhymes]

(why? ) all my niggaz me (why) tell me (we die)
we crazy with it, quick to blaze you with it
From in my soul to every word I curse
With all the agony expressed in this
Let me ask my (why? )
My tell me (why) tell me (we die)
Because we nigga (and) we go the yard nigga
Because I walk the ground under my
And keep it live and stay in tune 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 - 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
niggaz that send shots through my rugby sleeves
They wanna, slug me and leave, I'm thinkin it be me
Please light, the hood's dark
I did my dirt but got a good
Shouldn't that count for
I was told I'd amount to nothin, of my childhood
Like (? ? ) it was stuntin my
Seperated me from the shit I was the most
myself comin close to pumpin them o's
Lump in my throat, poked out, face was poker
to, erase my ghostes, chase the smokers
Got on both 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 niggaz be
This shit is deep, from the of busta, 'x and me
To all my soldiers, rest in peace, til we meet niggaz

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rhymes]
I must be cuckoo, like I respect the new-you,
See you too could get it through fubu sweater
Like a when he walk in the dark, trespassin
On a nigga land, shots loud in the park
I live and die for all the I believe
And rep for everything I for
With every single breath I
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 with a for my children to follow
You know it's funny how the die first
Get the peppin in your steppin faggot
Cause you could die
Hold on, you I cut off my arm, in the name of reppin
Real niggaz in the midst of droppin bomb
Allah me to rep for the better, and carry on
great and keep a nigga name livin forever!

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