Luyện nghe bài hát Why We Die

Uhh, that's shit..
..that that that niggaz even seen before
That's that shit! (motherfuckers ain't seen
Nothing like this before, for man)
It's goin baby, uhh..
Uhh! rhymes
! uhh, dmx nigga
Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh

I see clearly; even though, most 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
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 in a while when it got a little too hectic
He was the only one I knew I respected (why? )
Didn't know why, didn't what I was livin was a lie
If I ain't shit then, why I try
See, plenty niggaz die, dumb shit, up in the hood
Real heart, but up to no good
I did what I could, but I guess it, wasn't enough
The devil told me it happen but I kept callin his bluff
When it it pours now, my pains are yours
As yours are mine, define, revolvin doors (nigga!)

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(why? ) all my niggaz tell me (why) me (we die)
Cause we crazy it, quick to blaze you with it
From in my to every word that I curse
With all the agony expressed in 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 it live and stay in tune with the street
Now let me ask my (why? )

They say the die young, in the hood 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 that hug me is thieves
niggaz that send shots through my rugby sleeves
They wanna, slug me and leave, I'm it must be me
Please shed light, the hood's
I did my but got a good heart
Shouldn't that for somethin?
I was told I'd to nothin, most of my childhood
(? ? ) it was stuntin my growth
Seperated me from the shit I was wantin the
Felt myself close to pumpin them o's
Lump in my throat, chest out, face was poker
Tryin to, my ghostes, chase the smokers
Got demons on shoulders,
Tryin to chauffeur my life the streets
In other words nigga my will was
Please feel I speak,
This ain't your ordinary jargon
rap niggaz be talkin
This shit is deep, the mind of busta, 'x and me
To all my soldiers, rest in peace, til we meet niggaz

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rhymes]
I must be cuckoo, I respect the new-you, never
See you too could get it through your fubu
Like a when he walk in the dark, trespassin
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 single I breathe
Like the from cigarette smoke, it's like you inhale
The demon in the gutter stressed and broke
If the shit was all over tomorrow, I'd a treasure
For my kids with a legacy for my children to
You know it's funny how the die first
Get the peppin in steppin faggot nigga
Cause you could die
Hold on, you know I cut off my arm, in the name of
Real niggaz in the midst of droppin this
Allah blessin me to rep for the better, and on
Somethin great and keep a name livin forever!

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