Luyện nghe bài hát Why We Die

Uhh, that's shit..
..that that that niggaz ain't even before
That's shit! (motherfuckers ain't never seen
Nothing like before, for real 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
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 kept a hungry, only eatin when I starved
I was ugly, so I robbed, no one loved me, was hard
Went to God once in a while when it got a too hectic
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 shit then, why should I try
See, plenty die, over dumb shit, up in the hood
Real heart, but up to no good
I did what I could, but I guess it, wasn't enough
The devil told me it happen but I kept callin his bluff
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 crazy with it, to blaze you with it
in my soul to every word that I curse
With all the agony in this verse;
Let me ask my (why? )
My tell me (why) tell me (we die)
Because we gods (and) we go the yard nigga
Because I walk the ground under my
And keep it live and stay in with the street
Now let me ask my (why? )

They say the good die young, in the hood I'm from
I only got one to that - 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
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 for somethin?
I was I'd amount to nothin, most of my childhood
Like (? ? ) it was stuntin my
Seperated me the shit I was wantin the most
myself comin close to pumpin them o's
Lump in my throat, poked out, face was poker
Tryin to, my ghostes, chase the smokers
Got on both shoulders,
Tryin to chauffeur my life the streets
In other words nigga my was weak
Please what I speak,
This ain't average ordinary jargon
Weak rap be talkin
This is deep, from 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, I respect the new-you, never
See you too could get it through your fubu
a nigga when he walk in the dark, trespassin
On a nigga land, echo loud in the park
I live and die for all the I believe
And rep for I stand for
every single breath I breathe
Like the intake from cigarette smoke, it's you inhale
The demon in the gutter stressed struggled and
If the shit was all over tomorrow, I'd leave a
For my with a legacy for my children to follow
You know it's how the good die first
Get the peppin in steppin faggot nigga
you could die worse
Hold on, you I cut off my arm, in the name of reppin
Real niggaz in the midst of this bomb
blessin me to rep for the better, and carry on
Somethin great and keep a name livin forever!

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