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 never
Nothing like this before, for man)
It's goin baby, uhh..
Uhh! busta
What? ! uhh, dmx
Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh

I see ghosts clearly; even though, most don't me
They still get near me - fear me, so I'm leary
Kinda eerie what I'm feelin - from the floor, to the
through the roof, want the truth?
I kinda miss robbin and
Cause it a nigga hungry, only eatin when I starved
I was ugly, so I robbed, no one loved me, shit was
to God once 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 ain't then, why should I try
See, niggaz die, over dumb shit, up in the hood
Real good heart, but up to no
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 now, my pains are yours
As are what's mine, define, revolvin doors (nigga!)

busta rhymes]

(why? ) all my niggaz me (why) tell me (we die)
Cause we with it, quick to blaze you with it
From in my soul to every word I curse
With all the agony in this verse;
Let me ask my (why? )
My niggaz 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 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 question to that - why the fuck am I
I to the air, I ask god, "love me please,"
But in reality, only people that hug me is
Same niggaz send shots through my rugby sleeves
They wanna, me and leave, I'm thinkin it must be me
Please shed light, the dark
I did my dirt but got a heart
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 myself comin to pumpin them o's
in my throat, chest poked out, face was poker
Tryin to, erase my ghostes, chase the
Got demons on shoulders,
Tryin to chauffeur my through the streets
In words nigga my will was weak
Please feel I speak,
ain't your average ordinary jargon
Weak rap be talkin
This shit is deep, from the of busta, 'x and me
To all my fallen soldiers, rest in peace, til we meet

[chorus w/ minor

rhymes]
I must be cuckoo, like I the new-you, never
See you too could get it through your fubu
Like a nigga he walk in the dark, trespassin
On a land, shots echo loud in the park
I and die for all the shit I believe
And rep for I stand for
With single breath I breathe
Like the intake from smoke, it's like you inhale
The in the gutter stressed struggled and broke
If the was all over 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 steppin faggot nigga
Cause you could die
Hold on, you know I cut off my arm, in the name of
Real niggaz in the of droppin this bomb
blessin me to rep for the better, and carry on
Somethin great and a nigga name livin forever!

[chorus w/ minor