Luyện nghe bài hát Who Knows Why

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1]
Some real have gone away... never to return
Stay forever on wax 'cause the mics burn
Outta sight, outta mind, never does it mean might, outta rhyme
So I return to make it hot for who cannot
Smile down on me niggas, while I the spot
Is there for a nice emcee
Crushin all these suckers dear God don't be mad me
I don't mean to hurt nobody, I just wanna rock the
And you a taste of what's left, before I see death
Watch a nigga back, 'cause I don't trust
Left hand hold the mic, and right the shottie
Sendin angels to guide me through, in the white top
When ride me through
I hit the pearly gates, will they take my tax
Will they let me the mic, will the beats be phat
Will the rappers write they own rhymes up in piece
Will the fakes get by the cop police
Or will I to deal with A&R's who don't got no say
I hope it be that way, tell me

2X:
Who Why
The reasons we and the reasons we die
You can't this one, so why try
God my soul as I testify
And I lie

2]
Now as I'm lookin in the I see myself
Handsome with attitude, so momma
I put the on emcees
I make it hard for ya, with total, for ya
rap shit is raw not to be touched
The ingredients if tampered with, get you fucked up
No one knows this I hold like Moses
Given at birth, now what it's worth, it's than a million six
Let me it to you niggas, while my rhyme exists
Listen, separate the from the wishin
If you at me and miss, you gon end up missin
'cause on rap niggas styles I be shittin, pissin
Leave you niggas lookin dumb like two niggas
I'm the true hardcore messiah
I'm the kinda nigga street can admire
You never see me gettin robbed, jumped and whipped out
Or cryin a deal with no money, flipped out
I get off my ass and make it
I'll stick up the world if I aint
So why do I exist, me

3]
May shine down on any emcee
That'll stand on stage and a mic with me
May he give you all the of the ocean water
And some hand skills to prevent slaughter
My lyrics painful like bullets from a rusty
Bumpy Knucks, nigga what, and you respect
All the true that I reflect
Niggas I exist only to wreck
Won't let the verse loosen til you sign the
I be fussin at ya, but bustin at ya
I treat all my like they devines
Niggas spot me a UFO
I turn my mic on and resurrect the flow
So if you askin me, why am I
To clarify hip hop loud and
niggas, tell me