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 seen
Nothing like this before, for man)
It's goin baby, uhh..
Uhh! rhymes
! uhh, dmx nigga
Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh

I see clearly; even though, most don't hear me
They 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 kinda miss robbin and
Cause it kept a nigga hungry, only eatin when I
I was ugly, so I robbed, no one me, shit was hard
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 ain't shit then, why I try
See, plenty niggaz die, dumb shit, up in the hood
Real 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
it rains it pours now, my pains are yours
As yours are what's mine, define, doors (nigga!)

busta rhymes]

(why? ) all my tell me (why) tell me (we die)
Cause we crazy with it, quick to you with it
From in my soul to every word that I
all the agony expressed 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 my feet
And it live and stay in tune 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 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 send shots my rugby sleeves
wanna, slug me and leave, I'm thinkin it must be me
Please light, the hood's dark
I did my dirt but got a heart
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 wantin the
myself comin close to pumpin them o's
Lump in my throat, chest out, face was poker
Tryin to, my ghostes, chase the smokers
Got demons on shoulders,
Tryin to my life through the streets
In words nigga my will was weak
feel what I speak,
This ain't your average ordinary
Weak rap niggaz be
shit is deep, from the mind of busta, 'x and me
To all my fallen soldiers, rest in peace, til we niggaz

[chorus w/ minor

rhymes]
I must be cuckoo, like I respect the new-you,
See you too get it through your fubu sweater
Like a nigga when he walk in the dark,
On a nigga land, shots echo loud in the
I live and die for all the I believe
And rep for I stand for
every single breath I breathe
Like the intake cigarette smoke, it's like you inhale
The in the gutter stressed struggled and broke
If the shit was all tomorrow, I'd leave a treasure
For my kids with a legacy for my 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 of reppin
Real niggaz in the midst of droppin bomb
Allah me to rep for the better, and carry on
Somethin great and keep a nigga livin forever!

w/ minor variations]