Luyện nghe bài hát Why We Die

Uhh, that's shit..
..that that that niggaz ain't seen before
that shit! (motherfuckers ain't never seen
Nothing like this before, for man)
goin down baby, uhh..
Uhh! rhymes
What? ! uhh, dmx
Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh

I see ghosts clearly; even though, most don't me
They still wanna get near me - fear me, so I'm
Kinda what I'm feelin - from the floor, to the ceilin
Straight through the roof, the truth?
I miss robbin and stealin
Cause it kept a nigga hungry, only when I starved
I was ugly, so I robbed, no one me, shit was hard
Went to God once in a while it got a little too hectic
He was the only one I knew that I (why? )
Didn't know why, didn't know what I was was a lie
If I shit then, why should I try
See, plenty niggaz die, over dumb shit, up in the
Real heart, but up to no good
I did what I could, but I guess it, wasn't enough
The devil told me it would but I kept callin his bluff
When it rains it now, my pains are yours
As yours are what's mine, define, revolvin (nigga!)

[chorus: busta

(why? ) all my niggaz tell me (why) me (we die)
Cause we crazy with it, quick to you with it
From in my soul to every that I curse
all the agony expressed in this verse;
Let me ask my (why? )
My niggaz tell me (why) me (we die)
Because we gods nigga (and) we go the yard
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 to that - why the fuck am I here?
I to the air, I ask god, "love me please,"
But in reality, people that hug me is thieves
Same that send shots through my rugby sleeves
They wanna, slug me and leave, I'm thinkin it be me
Please shed light, the dark
I did my dirt but got a heart
Shouldn't that count for
I was told I'd to nothin, most of my childhood
(? ? ) it was stuntin my growth
Seperated me from the I was wantin the most
Felt myself comin to pumpin them o's
Lump in my throat, chest poked out, face was
Tryin to, erase my ghostes, chase the
Got demons on shoulders,
Tryin to chauffeur my life through the
In other nigga my will was weak
feel what I speak,
This ain't your ordinary jargon
Weak rap be talkin
This is deep, from the mind of busta, 'x and me
To all my fallen soldiers, rest in peace, til we meet

[chorus w/ variations]

[busta
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 loud in the park
I live and die for all the shit I
And rep for I stand for
With single breath I breathe
Like the intake from smoke, it's like you inhale
The demon in the gutter stressed and broke
If the shit was all tomorrow, I'd leave a treasure
For my kids with a for my children to follow
You know it's how the good die first
Get the in your steppin 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 this
Allah me to rep for the better, and carry on
Somethin and keep a nigga name livin forever!

w/ minor variations]