Luyện nghe bài hát Why We Die

Uhh, that's shit..
..that that niggaz ain't even seen before
that shit! (motherfuckers ain't never seen
Nothing like this before, for man)
goin 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, want the
I miss robbin and stealin
Cause it kept a nigga hungry, only when 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 only one I that I respected (why? )
know why, didn't know what I was livin was a lie
If I shit then, why should I try
See, niggaz die, over dumb shit, up in the hood
good heart, but up to no good
Thought I did what I could, but I it, wasn't enough
The devil told me it would happen but I kept callin his
it rains it pours now, my pains are yours
As yours are what's mine, define, doors (nigga!)

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(why? ) all my niggaz me (why) tell me (we die)
Cause we with it, quick to blaze you with it
From in my to every word that I curse
With all the 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 walk the under my feet
And keep it live and 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 that - why the am I here?
I to the air, I ask god, "love me please,"
But in reality, only that hug me is thieves
Same niggaz that shots through my rugby sleeves
They wanna, slug me and leave, I'm thinkin it be me
Please shed light, the hood's
I did my dirt but got a good
Shouldn't that for somethin?
I was told I'd amount to nothin, of my childhood
Like (? ? ) it was stuntin my
me from the shit I was wantin the most
Felt comin close to pumpin them o's
Lump in my throat, chest poked out, was poker
Tryin to, erase my ghostes, chase the
Got demons on shoulders,
Tryin to chauffeur my life through the
In other words nigga my will was
Please feel I speak,
This ain't your ordinary jargon
Weak rap be talkin
shit 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, like I respect the new-you,
See you too could get it through your sweater
Like a nigga when he in the dark, trespassin
On a land, shots echo loud in the park
I live and die for all the I believe
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 and broke
If the was all over tomorrow, I'd leave a treasure
For my kids a legacy for my children to follow
You know funny how the good die first
Get the peppin in your faggot nigga
you could die worse
Hold on, you know I cut off my arm, in the name of
Real niggaz in the midst of droppin bomb
blessin me to rep for the better, and carry on
Somethin great and keep a nigga name forever!

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