Luyện nghe bài hát Why We Die

Uhh, some shit..
..that that niggaz ain't even seen before
That's that shit! (motherfuckers never seen
Nothing like this before, for man)
It's down baby, uhh..
Uhh! rhymes
! uhh, dmx nigga
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 miss robbin and
Cause it kept a nigga hungry, only eatin I starved
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 know what I was was a lie
If I ain't shit then, why I try
See, plenty niggaz die, dumb shit, up in the hood
good 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 kept his bluff
When it rains it pours now, my are yours
As yours are what's mine, define, revolvin (nigga!)

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(why? ) all my tell me (why) tell me (we die)
Cause we crazy with it, quick to you with it
in my soul to every word that I curse
With all the agony expressed in verse;
Let me ask my (why? )
My niggaz tell me (why) me (we die)
Because we gods nigga (and) we go the nigga
I walk the ground under my feet
And keep it live and stay in tune with the
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 that hug me is thieves
Same niggaz send shots through my rugby sleeves
wanna, slug me and leave, I'm thinkin it must be me
Please shed light, the hood's
I did my dirt but got a heart
Shouldn't that for somethin?
I was told I'd amount to nothin, most of my
(? ? ) it was stuntin my growth
Seperated me from the I was wantin the most
Felt comin close to pumpin them o's
Lump in my throat, chest out, face was poker
Tryin to, my ghostes, chase the smokers
Got on both shoulders,
Tryin to my life through the streets
In words nigga my will was weak
Please feel 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 fallen soldiers, rest in peace, til we niggaz

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[busta
I be cuckoo, like I respect the new-you, never
See you too could get it your fubu sweater
Like a nigga when he 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 everything I for
With every single breath I
Like the intake from cigarette smoke, it's you inhale
The demon in the stressed struggled 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 good die
Get the in your steppin faggot nigga
you could die worse
Hold on, you know I cut off my arm, in the 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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