Luyện nghe bài hát Why They

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

Harlem 100 million dollars lovely and big
to like wayne and big
No explain yah dig
Somone claim this kid
He a fraud, the morg, gone claim his wig
Wanna be famous? well the game is rigged this is
Were we scramble crack, beef handle that
Melt down to candle wax, pump water we camel backs
Not toes, sandal cat can't do jack
Place a order cancel that jaffe set it
Any problems baby, to harlem baby
We drive several coupes, gray orange cherry
Girls ball like cheryl swoopes, dudes hustle on every
Your jewelry truley, beef and brocs mah are cute
I'm like a can of bitch yeah I'm very soup
Look the kid rose, to sleepin with roaches
In my pick my nose, damn mice bit my toes
We slingin get yah ratchet it don't forget yah clothes
in 56 and 46 live my crows
My grandmaother faught they mrs rose
Uncle came down gat explode, that disclose
Cause we'll damage yah ameatuer don't play with
They compose, nice 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 they ship the toys

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

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

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

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