Luyện nghe bài hát Why We Die

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

I see ghosts even though, most don't hear me
They still get near me - fear me, so I'm leary
Kinda eerie I'm feelin - from the floor, to the ceilin
Straight the roof, want the truth?
I kinda robbin and stealin
Cause it kept a nigga hungry, only eatin when I
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 shit then, why I try
See, plenty niggaz die, 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 it pours now, my pains are yours
As yours are what's mine, define, revolvin (nigga!)

busta rhymes]

(why? ) all my niggaz me (why) tell me (we die)
Cause we crazy it, quick to blaze you with it
From in my soul to every that I curse
With all the agony expressed in verse;
Let me ask my (why? )
My niggaz tell me (why) me (we die)
Because we nigga (and) we go the yard nigga
I walk the ground under my feet
And it live and stay in tune with the street
Now let me ask my (why? )

They say the good die young, in the hood where I'm
I only got one question to - why the fuck am I here?
I to the air, I ask god, "love me please,"
But in reality, only people that hug me is
Same niggaz that send shots through my rugby
They wanna, me and leave, I'm thinkin it must be me
Please shed light, the hood's
I did my dirt but got a heart
Shouldn't that for somethin?
I was told I'd amount to nothin, of my childhood
Like (? ? ) it was stuntin my
Seperated me from the I was wantin the most
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 on both shoulders,
Tryin to my life through the streets
In other words nigga my will was
Please feel I speak,
This your average ordinary jargon
Weak rap niggaz be
This is deep, from the mind of busta, 'x and me
To all my fallen soldiers, rest in peace, til we niggaz

w/ minor variations]

[busta
I must be cuckoo, like I 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 loud in the park
I live and die for all the I believe
And rep for I stand for
With every single I breathe
Like the intake cigarette smoke, it's like you inhale
The in the gutter stressed struggled and broke
If the shit was all over tomorrow, I'd a treasure
For my kids with a for my children to follow
You it's funny how the good die first
Get the peppin in steppin faggot nigga
Cause you die worse
Hold on, you I cut off my arm, in the name of reppin
Real niggaz in the midst of droppin bomb
blessin me to rep for the better, and carry on
Somethin great and keep a nigga name forever!

[chorus w/ variations]