Luyện nghe bài hát Why We Die

Uhh, that's shit..
..that that that niggaz even seen before
That's that shit! (motherfuckers never seen
like this before, for real man)
It's down baby, uhh..
Uhh! rhymes
What? ! uhh, dmx
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
eerie what I'm feelin - from the floor, to the ceilin
Straight through the roof, the truth?
I miss 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 when it got a little too hectic
He was the only one I knew I respected (why? )
Didn't know why, didn't know I was livin was a lie
If I shit then, why should I try
See, niggaz die, over dumb shit, up in the hood
Real heart, but up to no good
Thought I did what I could, but I it, wasn't enough
The told me it would happen but I kept callin his bluff
When it rains it pours now, my are yours
As yours are what's mine, define, doors (nigga!)

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(why? ) all my niggaz tell me (why) me (we die)
Cause we crazy with it, quick to blaze you it
From in my 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 that hug me is thieves
Same niggaz send shots through my rugby sleeves
They wanna, 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 count for
I was I'd amount to nothin, most of my childhood
Like (? ? ) it was my growth
Seperated me from the shit I was wantin the
myself comin close to pumpin them o's
Lump in my throat, chest poked out, face was
Tryin to, my ghostes, chase the smokers
Got on both shoulders,
Tryin to chauffeur my through the streets
In words nigga my will was weak
Please what I speak,
ain't 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 be cuckoo, like I respect the new-you, never
See you too could get it your fubu sweater
Like a nigga when he walk in the dark,
On a nigga land, shots echo loud in the
I live and die for all the shit I
And rep for everything I for
With single breath I breathe
Like the intake from cigarette smoke, 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 a legacy for my children to follow
You know it's funny how the good die
Get the in your steppin faggot nigga
Cause you could die
on, you know I cut off my arm, in the name of reppin
Real in the midst of droppin this bomb
Allah blessin me to rep for the better, and on
great and keep a nigga name livin forever!

[chorus w/ variations]