Luyện nghe bài hát Why We Die

Uhh, that's some
That that niggaz ain't even seen before
that shit!
(Motherfuckers ain't never nothing like this before, for real man)
It's down baby, uhh
Uhh! Rhymes
What? Uhh, DMX
Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh

I see ghosts clearly, 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 kinda miss and stealin'
it kept a nigga hungry, only eatin' when I starved
I was ugly, so I robbed, no one loved me, shit was
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, didn't know what I was was a lie
If I ain't then, why should I try
See, plenty niggaz die, over dumb shit, up in the
Real good heart, but up to no
Thought I did what I could, but I guess it, wasn't
The Devil told me it would happen but I kept callin' his
When it rains it pours now, my pains are
As are what's mine, define, revolvin' doors
(Nigga!)

(Why?)
All my niggaz me
(Why?)
me
(We die)
'Cause we with it, quick to blaze you with it
From in my soul to word that I curse
all the agony expressed in this verse
Let me ask my
(Why?)

My niggaz me
(Why?)
me
(We die)
Because we nigga
(And)
We go the yard
Because I the ground under my feet
And keep it live and stay in with the street
Now let me ask my
(Why?)

say the good die young, in the hood where I'm from
I only got one 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 niggaz that send shots my rugby sleeves
They wanna, slug me and leave, I'm thinkin' it be me
Please light, the hood's dark
I did my dirt but got a good
that count for somethin'?
I was told I'd amount to nothin', of my childhood
Like it was stuntin' my growth

me from the shit I was wantin' the most
Felt myself comin' close to pumpin' O's
Lump in my throat, poked out, face was poker
to, erase my ghosts, chase the smokers
Got demons on both
Tryin' to my life through the streets
In other words my will was weak
Please what I speak
This ain't your average jargon weak rap niggaz be talkin'
This shit is deep, from the of Busta, 'X and me
To all my soldiers, rest in peace, 'til we meet niggaz

(Why?)
All my niggaz me
(Why?)
me
(We die)
Cause we crazy with it, quick to blaze you it
in my soul to every word that I curse
With all the agony in this verse
Let me ask my
(Why?)

My tell me
(Why?)
me
(We die)
Because we nigga
(And)
We go the yard
Because I walk the ground under my
And keep it live and stay in tune the street
Now let me ask my
(Why?)

I must be cuckoo, like I the new-you, never
See you too get it through your FUBU sweater
Like a nigga he walk in the dark, trespassin'
On a land, shots echo loud in the park
I live and die for all the I believe
And rep for everything I for
every single breath I breathe
Like the intake from cigarette smoke, like you inhale
The Demon in the gutter stressed struggled and

If the was all over tomorrow, I'd leave a treasure
For my kids with a for my children to follow
You know it's funny how the die first
Get the peppin' in your faggot nigga
you could die worse
Hold on, you I cut off my arm, in the name of reppin'
niggaz in the midst of droppin' this bomb
Allah me to rep for the better, and carry on
great and keep a nigga name livin' forever!

Now me
(Why?)
All my tell me
(Why?)
me
(We die)
'Cause we crazy with it, quick to 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 me
(Why?)
me
(We die)
Because we Gods
(And)
We go the yard
Because I walk the ground my feet
And keep it and stay in tune with the street
Now let me ask my
(Why?)