Luyện nghe bài hát Why We Die

Uhh, that's shit..
..that that that niggaz ain't even seen
That's shit! (motherfuckers ain't never seen
like this before, for real man)
It's goin baby, uhh..
Uhh! busta
! uhh, dmx nigga
Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh

I see ghosts clearly; even though, don't hear me
still wanna get near me - fear me, so I'm leary
Kinda eerie I'm feelin - from the floor, to the ceilin
through the roof, want the truth?
I kinda miss robbin and
Cause it kept a nigga hungry, only eatin when I
I was ugly, so I robbed, no one me, shit was hard
Went to God once in a when it got a little too hectic
He was the only one I knew I respected (why? )
know why, didn't know what I was livin was a lie
If I ain't shit then, why I try
See, plenty niggaz die, over shit, up in the hood
Real good heart, but up to no
Thought I did I could, but I guess it, wasn't enough
The devil told me it would happen but I kept callin his
When it rains it pours now, my pains are
As yours are mine, define, revolvin doors (nigga!)

busta rhymes]

(why? ) all my niggaz me (why) tell me (we die)
we crazy with it, quick 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 tell me (why) tell me (we die)
Because we gods nigga (and) we go the nigga
Because I walk the ground my feet
And keep it and stay in tune with the street
Now let me ask my (why? )

They say the good die young, in the where I'm from
I only got one question to that - why the fuck am I
I to the air, I ask god, "love me please,"
But in reality, only people 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 dark
I did my dirt but got a good
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 shit I was the most
Felt comin close 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 my life through the streets
In other words nigga my was weak
Please feel I speak,
This ain't your ordinary jargon
Weak rap niggaz be
This shit is deep, from the of busta, 'x and me
To all my fallen soldiers, in peace, til we meet niggaz

w/ minor variations]

[busta
I must be cuckoo, I respect the new-you, never
See you too get it through your fubu sweater
Like a nigga when he walk in the dark,
On a nigga land, echo loud in the park
I live and die for all the I believe
And rep for everything I for
With every breath I breathe
Like the from cigarette smoke, it's like you inhale
The demon in the gutter struggled and broke
If the was all over tomorrow, I'd leave a treasure
For my with a legacy for my children to follow
You know it's funny how the good die
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 this bomb
Allah blessin me to rep for the better, and on
Somethin great and keep a nigga name forever!

w/ minor variations]