Luyện nghe bài hát Why We Die

Uhh, that's shit..
..that that that niggaz ain't even seen
That's that shit! (motherfuckers ain't never
Nothing this before, for real man)
goin down baby, uhh..
Uhh! busta
! uhh, dmx nigga
Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh

I see ghosts even though, most don't hear me
They wanna get near me - fear me, so I'm leary
Kinda eerie what I'm feelin - from the floor, to the
Straight the roof, want the truth?
I kinda miss robbin and
Cause it kept a nigga hungry, only eatin I starved
I was ugly, so I robbed, no one loved me, was hard
Went to God once in a while it got a little too hectic
He was the one I knew that I respected (why? )
Didn't know why, know what I was livin was a lie
If I ain't then, why should 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 told me it would happen but I kept callin his bluff
When it it pours now, my pains are yours
As yours are 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 expressed in verse;
Let me ask my (why? )
My tell me (why) tell me (we die)
Because we gods nigga (and) we go the yard
Because I 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 hood 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 through my rugby sleeves
wanna, slug me and leave, I'm thinkin it must be me
Please shed light, the dark
I did my but got a good heart
Shouldn't that for somethin?
I was I'd amount to nothin, most of my childhood
(? ? ) it was stuntin my growth
Seperated me from the shit I was wantin the
Felt comin 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
feel what I speak,
This ain't your average ordinary
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

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[busta
I must be cuckoo, like I the new-you, never
See you too could get it your fubu sweater
Like a when he walk in the dark, trespassin
On a nigga land, shots echo in the park
I live and die for all the shit I
And rep for everything I for
With single breath I breathe
Like the intake from smoke, it's like you inhale
The demon in the gutter stressed and broke
If the shit was all tomorrow, I'd leave a treasure
For my kids with a legacy for my to follow
You know it's how the good die first
Get the peppin in your steppin faggot
Cause you could die
on, you know I cut off my arm, in the name of reppin
Real niggaz in the of droppin this bomb
blessin me to rep for the better, and carry on
Somethin great and a nigga name livin forever!

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