Luyện nghe bài hát Why We Die

Uhh, some shit..
..that that that niggaz even seen before
That's that shit! (motherfuckers ain't 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; though, most don't hear me
They still get near me - fear me, so I'm leary
Kinda what I'm feelin - from the floor, to the ceilin
Straight through the roof, the truth?
I kinda robbin and stealin
Cause it kept a nigga hungry, 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 one I knew that I respected (why? )
Didn't why, didn't know what I was livin was a lie
If I shit then, why should I try
See, plenty niggaz die, over 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 now, my pains are yours
As are what's mine, define, revolvin doors (nigga!)

busta rhymes]

(why? ) all my tell me (why) tell me (we die)
Cause we crazy it, quick to blaze you with it
in my soul to every word that I curse
With all the agony 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
I walk the ground under 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 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 people 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 light, the hood's dark
I did my but got a good heart
that count for somethin?
I was told I'd amount to nothin, of my childhood
Like (? ? ) it was my growth
Seperated me from the I was wantin the most
myself comin close to pumpin them o's
Lump in my throat, chest poked out, was poker
to, erase my ghostes, chase the smokers
Got on both shoulders,
Tryin to chauffeur my life the streets
In other words nigga my will was
feel what I speak,
This your average ordinary jargon
Weak rap be talkin
shit is deep, from the mind of busta, 'x and me
To all my fallen soldiers, in peace, til we meet niggaz

w/ minor variations]

[busta
I be cuckoo, like I respect the new-you, never
See you too could get it through your fubu
a nigga when he walk 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
With every breath I breathe
Like the intake cigarette smoke, it's like you inhale
The demon in the gutter stressed struggled and
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 die first
Get the peppin in your steppin nigga
Cause you die worse
Hold on, you know I cut off my arm, in the of reppin
Real niggaz in the midst of droppin bomb
Allah blessin me to rep for the better, and on
Somethin great and keep a nigga name forever!

[chorus w/ variations]