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 this before, for real man)
It's down baby, uhh..
Uhh! busta
What? ! uhh, dmx
Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh

I see ghosts even though, most don't hear me
They still wanna get near me - me, so I'm leary
Kinda eerie what I'm feelin - from the floor, to the
Straight the roof, want the truth?
I miss robbin and stealin
Cause it kept a nigga hungry, eatin when I starved
I was ugly, so I robbed, no one loved me, was hard
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 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
Real heart, but up to no good
Thought I did I could, but I guess it, wasn't enough
The devil told me it would happen but I kept callin his
When it rains it pours now, my pains are
As yours are mine, define, revolvin doors (nigga!)

busta rhymes]

(why? ) all my niggaz tell me (why) me (we die)
Cause we crazy 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 tell me (why) me (we die)
Because we nigga (and) we go the yard nigga
Because I walk the 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 where I'm
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 that send shots through my sleeves
They wanna, me and leave, I'm thinkin it must be me
shed light, the hood's dark
I did my dirt but got a good
that count for somethin?
I was I'd amount to nothin, most of my childhood
(? ? ) it was stuntin my growth
Seperated me the shit I was wantin the most
Felt myself comin close to them o's
in my throat, chest 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 feel I speak,
This ain't your average jargon
Weak rap be talkin
This is deep, from the mind of busta, 'x and me
To all my soldiers, rest in peace, til we meet niggaz

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rhymes]
I be cuckoo, like I respect the new-you, never
See you too could get it through fubu sweater
Like a nigga when he in the dark, trespassin
On a nigga land, shots echo loud in the
I live and die for all the shit I
And rep for I stand for
every single breath I breathe
Like the intake cigarette smoke, it's like you inhale
The demon in the gutter struggled and broke
If the was all over tomorrow, I'd leave a treasure
For my kids with a legacy for my to follow
You know funny how the good die first
Get the peppin in your steppin faggot
Cause you could die
Hold on, you know I cut off my arm, in the name of
Real niggaz in the midst of this bomb
Allah blessin me to rep for the better, and on
Somethin great and keep a nigga livin forever!

[chorus w/ minor