Luyện nghe bài hát Why We Die

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

I see ghosts clearly; even though, most hear me
They still wanna get me - fear me, so I'm leary
Kinda eerie I'm feelin - from the floor, to the ceilin
Straight through the roof, want the
I miss robbin and stealin
Cause it kept a nigga hungry, eatin when I starved
I was ugly, so I robbed, no one me, shit was hard
Went to God once in a while when it got a little too
He was the only one I that I respected (why? )
know why, didn't know what I was livin was a lie
If I ain't then, why should 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 callin his bluff
When it rains it pours now, my are yours
As yours are mine, define, revolvin doors (nigga!)

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(why? ) all my niggaz me (why) tell me (we die)
Cause we crazy with it, to blaze you with it
From in my soul to every word that I
With all the expressed 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
I walk the ground 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 got one question to that - why the fuck 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
They wanna, me and leave, I'm thinkin it must be me
Please shed light, the hood's
I did my but got a good heart
Shouldn't count for somethin?
I was I'd amount to nothin, most of my childhood
Like (? ? ) it was stuntin my
Seperated me the shit I was wantin the most
Felt myself comin close to pumpin o's
Lump in my throat, poked out, face was poker
Tryin to, erase my ghostes, chase the
Got demons on shoulders,
Tryin to my life through the streets
In other words my will was weak
feel what I speak,
This ain't your average jargon
Weak rap niggaz be
This shit is deep, the mind of busta, 'x and me
To all my fallen soldiers, in peace, til we meet niggaz

w/ minor variations]

[busta
I must be cuckoo, like I respect the new-you,
See you too could get it your fubu sweater
Like a nigga when he walk in the dark,
On a nigga land, shots echo in the park
I and die for all the shit I believe
And rep for I stand for
every single breath I breathe
Like the intake from cigarette smoke, like you inhale
The demon in the gutter stressed and broke
If the was all over tomorrow, I'd leave a treasure
For my kids a legacy for my children to follow
You know funny how the good die first
Get the in your steppin faggot nigga
Cause you die worse
on, you know I cut off my arm, in the name of reppin
Real niggaz in the midst of this bomb
Allah blessin me to rep for the better, and on
Somethin great and a nigga name livin forever!

[chorus w/ minor