Luyện nghe bài hát Why We Die

Uhh, some shit..
..that that that ain't even seen before
That's that shit! (motherfuckers ain't never
like this 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 I'm feelin - from the floor, to the ceilin
Straight through the roof, the truth?
I kinda miss and stealin
Cause it a nigga hungry, only eatin when I starved
I was ugly, so I robbed, no one loved me, shit was
Went to God once in a while when it got a little too
He was the only one I that I respected (why? )
Didn't know why, didn't know what I was was a lie
If I ain't then, why should I try
See, plenty niggaz die, over dumb shit, up in the
good heart, but up to no good
Thought I did what I could, but I guess it, wasn't
The told me it would happen but I kept callin his bluff
When it it pours now, my pains are yours
As yours are what's mine, define, doors (nigga!)

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(why? ) all my niggaz me (why) tell me (we die)
Cause we crazy with it, quick to blaze you 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)
we gods nigga (and) we go the yard nigga
Because I 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 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 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
Shouldn't that count for
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 pumpin o's
Lump in my throat, chest poked out, was poker
Tryin to, my ghostes, chase the smokers
Got demons on shoulders,
Tryin to my life through the streets
In other words my will was weak
Please feel I speak,
This ain't your average ordinary
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 meet

[chorus w/ variations]

rhymes]
I must be cuckoo, I respect the new-you, never
See you too could get it through your 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 I believe
And rep for I stand for
every single breath I breathe
Like the intake from cigarette smoke, it's you inhale
The demon in the gutter stressed struggled and
If the shit was all tomorrow, I'd leave a treasure
For my kids with a legacy for my children to
You know funny how the good die first
Get the in your steppin faggot nigga
you could die worse
Hold on, you I cut off my arm, in the name of reppin
Real niggaz in the of droppin this bomb
Allah blessin me to rep for the better, and on
Somethin great and keep a name livin forever!

[chorus w/ variations]