Luyện nghe bài hát Why We Die

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

I see ghosts clearly; though, most don't hear me
They wanna get near me - fear 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 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 that I (why? )
Didn't why, didn't know what I was livin was a lie
If I ain't then, why should I try
See, plenty die, over dumb shit, up in the hood
good 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 his bluff
When it rains it pours now, my are yours
As yours are mine, define, revolvin 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 to every word that I curse
With all the expressed in this verse;
Let me ask my (why? )
My niggaz me (why) tell me (we die)
Because we gods (and) we go the yard nigga
Because I walk the ground my feet
And keep it live and 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 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
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 good
that count for somethin?
I was told I'd amount to nothin, most of my
Like (? ? ) it was stuntin my
me from the shit I was wantin the most
Felt myself comin close to them o's
Lump in my throat, chest out, face was poker
Tryin to, erase my ghostes, the smokers
Got demons on shoulders,
Tryin to chauffeur my through the streets
In words nigga my will was weak
feel what I speak,
This ain't average ordinary jargon
rap niggaz be talkin
This is deep, from the mind of busta, 'x and me
To all my fallen soldiers, rest in peace, til we niggaz

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rhymes]
I must be cuckoo, like I respect the new-you,
See you too could get it through fubu sweater
Like a nigga when he in the dark, trespassin
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 smoke, it's like you inhale
The demon in the gutter stressed struggled and
If the shit was all over tomorrow, I'd a treasure
For my kids with a for my children to follow
You know it's how the good die first
Get the peppin in your faggot nigga
Cause you die worse
on, you know I cut off my arm, in the name of reppin
Real in the midst of droppin this bomb
blessin me to rep for the better, and carry on
Somethin great and keep a name livin forever!

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