Luyện nghe bài hát Why They

See you lucky man... you lucky to be around me
U better take on the you suckin all the h2o nigga
My new name is mother velcro the way niggaz stick to me no homo

Harlem 100 million dollars lovely and big
to like wayne and big
No need yah dig
Somone claim this kid
He a fraud, the morg, gone claim his wig
Wanna be famous? well the is rigged this is harlem
we scramble crack, beef come handle that
Melt down to candle wax, pump water we camel backs
Not toes, sandal cat can't do jack
Place a order well cancel that set it
Any problems baby, come to harlem
We drive several coupes, gray orange coupes
Girls ball like cheryl swoopes, dudes hustle on stoop
Your jewelry truley, beef and mah are very cute
I'm like a can of bitch yeah I'm very soup
Look the kid done rose, to with roaches
In my nostril pick my nose, damn bit my toes
We slingin get yah ratchet bang it forget yah clothes
in 56 and 46 live my crows
My grandmaother faught they grandmother mrs
Uncle came down gat explode, case disclose
Cause we'll damage yah ameatuer play with pros
They compose, girls thay get turned to naked hoes
They wanna get the boy, hand cuff the boy
I'm the cookie monster yep chips ahoy!
Ahoy from over seas ship the toys

Why they fuckin with me why fuckin with me
Why they fuckin with me why fuckin with me huh
Why they fuckin with me why they with me man
Why they fuckin with me why fuckin with me huh

See my mind dump, pump when I find the pump
I'm a lift him ten feet she he ain't tryna duck
Do like my cut, line em up I lay em down
Sign em up, I to god garbage bags in line and drunk
I loaded guns, for every five bricks
My connect me one, you don't know me son
Like I love rhymin, I'm just a shinin
And leave the club blinded, by the damn blood

I hug the block, it hug me
Yeah it I'm grindin, I told my watch
Now at my watch love my timin
stop, drop it, dog you not poppin
When I'm a stop frontin, when yah mom coppin
Shit you not rockin, stop watchin, cocked
Dots in, call em re-run he pop lockin
When I stop his with some head shots
Better yet he barney rubble, he in bed
Yeah you know we dead, the grass is green
And the suits is black, and the red
That's the kiss of baby boy go to bed
And I don't kiss mah I kno yah so go ahead
I start wildin on you, I you it won't be polite,
You mad I'm stylin on you, duck down, weave the
Pull the gat out two shots, goodnight

Why they fuckin with me why they with me
Why fuckin with me why they fuckin with me huh
Why they fuckin with me why they fuckin me man
Why they fuckin with me why they with me huh