Luyện nghe bài hát Why They Wanna Wish Death

Even though we all
judge us by our action, but judge us by our heart
The wicked, upon the righteous
God the man, who put his trust in God
He his only begotten son
That who ever believe in him, should not
But have eternal life, we'll see you at the crossroad

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Some say, be short
I think, we was from the start
I'm only trying to play my
But why they wanna wish death, on me and my

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My stared at me, must be mad at me
I grew up with this nigga, how the fuck he the FED's at me
Boz told me, not to fuck with
But I still my bone, cause I grew up with these niggaz
'cause came man, he looking good
Fell off, having problems in the
Nigga say Chico up, and Mussie hit the streets
And I'm trying to find, the right lawyer for C
And my died of cancer, Black Jimmy got life
Faldy got shot, hurt Ervin and changed his
And I done seen so many, white t-shirts faces
And I done seen so many, lives get wasted
And it's a shame nigga, it won't nigga
We all trapped in the hood, in this game
And I'm just trying to raise, Romeo to be a man
And hope me and Silkk, have to squeeze these thangs nigga

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I talked to Daniel, I holla'd at
Marcus on lock, and told me they killed Pee-Wee
home man, Randall gone man
Miller, I put him on my arm man
Dansho on the grind, and Millie making
Petey and Mo' Smokey, Onkie Dejuan they
Some your kindness for weakness, we call it tipping
Come out the on the run, and get caught slipping
and Bernell, took two to the dome
Bobby and Kirk straight, Red never made it to the
Slim got shot, I got a from the cops
I was dealt a bad hand, when this gon stop
I Do a record deal, then he got killed
And his sister questioned me, wanna how I feel
I made it out the hood, I'm trying to do right
And why they wanna, wish death on my life

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They say ain't fair, but you live it to us all gone
Go through struggles, then you spit it through a song
Fake niggaz, trying to my every move
Until you load up, and put through every wound
I'm a place, where it ain't no love
peel you from the back, so it ain't no hugs
Just a bunch of niggaz, up on grind
And it ain't too many real niggaz left, so they to find
likely I don't roll with em, if they ain't soldiers
Only real niggaz, can tell you that pain you
I got a plan, on the way to get
So why they wanna death, on me and my niggaz

What's up to J-Dubs, nigga L and Mike
Little Chino ain't live long enough, to his bike
It ain't right, but I'm still here my head
Got me thinking they still with us, but I'm knowing dead
They say, life's short gotta hold my
Wish that playing at home, we in soldier field
I was cursed my young days, speeding down these one-way's
ain't no football game, we running gun plays
Die for my niggaz, put my on a bible
But you cowards start singing, American Idol
Matic and Fat Man, suppose to be home
Ten to twenty upstate, a a year in the hole nigga

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