Luyện nghe bài hát Why We Die

Uhh, that's shit..
..that that that niggaz ain't even before
That's that shit! (motherfuckers ain't never
Nothing like before, for real man)
It's goin baby, uhh..
Uhh! rhymes
! uhh, dmx nigga
Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh

I see ghosts clearly; though, most don't hear me
They still wanna get near me - me, so I'm leary
Kinda eerie what I'm - from the floor, to the ceilin
Straight through the roof, 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, was hard
Went to God once in a while when it got a little too
He was the only one I knew I respected (why? )
Didn't know why, didn't know what I was was a lie
If I shit then, why should I try
See, plenty die, over dumb shit, up in the hood
Real good heart, but up to no
I did what I could, but I guess it, wasn't enough
The devil told me it happen but I kept callin 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, to blaze you with it
From in my soul to every that I curse
With all the agony expressed in this
Let me ask my (why? )
My tell me (why) tell me (we die)
Because we gods nigga (and) we go the nigga
Because I walk the ground under my
And keep it live and stay in tune with the
Now let me ask my (why? )

They say the good die young, in the where 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, only people that hug me is
niggaz that send shots through my rugby sleeves
They wanna, slug me and leave, I'm it must be me
Please 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
Like (? ? ) it was stuntin my
Seperated me from the shit I was wantin the
Felt myself comin close to them o's
Lump in my throat, chest poked out, was poker
Tryin to, erase my ghostes, the smokers
Got on both shoulders,
Tryin to chauffeur my through the streets
In other words my will was weak
feel what I speak,
This ain't your ordinary jargon
Weak rap niggaz be
This is deep, from the mind of busta, 'x and me
To all my fallen soldiers, in peace, til we meet niggaz

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[busta
I be cuckoo, like I respect the new-you, never
See you too could get it your fubu sweater
Like a nigga when he walk in the dark,
On a nigga land, shots loud in the park
I live and die for all the I believe
And rep for I stand for
With single breath I breathe
Like the intake from cigarette smoke, it's you inhale
The demon in the stressed struggled and broke
If the shit was all over tomorrow, I'd leave a
For my with a legacy for my children to follow
You know funny how the good die first
Get the peppin in your steppin faggot
you could die worse
Hold on, you know I cut off my arm, in the name of
Real niggaz in the of droppin this bomb
Allah me to rep for the better, and carry on
great and keep a nigga name livin forever!

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