Luyện nghe bài hát Why We Die

Uhh, that's shit..
..that that niggaz ain't even seen before
That's that shit! (motherfuckers ain't seen
Nothing this before, for real man)
It's down baby, uhh..
Uhh! rhymes
! uhh, dmx nigga
Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh

I see ghosts even though, most don't hear me
They still get near me - fear me, so I'm leary
Kinda eerie what I'm feelin - the floor, to the ceilin
Straight the roof, want the truth?
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
to God once in a while when 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 shit then, why should I try
See, niggaz die, over dumb shit, up in the hood
good heart, but up to no good
Thought I did what I could, but I guess it, enough
The devil told me it would happen but I callin his bluff
When it rains it pours now, my are yours
As yours are what's mine, define, revolvin (nigga!)

busta rhymes]

(why? ) all my niggaz tell me (why) me (we die)
we crazy with it, quick to blaze you with it
From in my soul to every word that I
With all the expressed in this verse;
Let me ask my (why? )
My niggaz tell me (why) me (we die)
Because we gods nigga (and) we go the yard
Because I walk the under my feet
And keep it live and in tune with the street
Now let me ask my (why? )

They say the die young, in the hood where I'm from
I only got one question to - why the fuck am I here?
I to the air, I ask god, "love me please,"
But in reality, only that hug me is thieves
Same niggaz that send shots through my sleeves
They wanna, slug me and leave, I'm it must be me
Please shed light, the hood's
I did my dirt but got a good
Shouldn't that for somethin?
I was told I'd to nothin, most of my childhood
Like (? ? ) it was stuntin my
Seperated me from the shit I was the most
myself comin close to pumpin them o's
Lump in my throat, chest poked out, was poker
to, erase my ghostes, chase the smokers
Got on both shoulders,
Tryin to chauffeur my life the streets
In words nigga my will was weak
feel what I speak,
This ain't average ordinary jargon
rap niggaz be talkin
This is deep, from the mind of busta, 'x and me
To all my fallen soldiers, rest in peace, til we meet

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rhymes]
I must be cuckoo, like I respect the new-you,
See you too could get it through your fubu
Like a nigga when he 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 smoke, it's like you inhale
The demon in the gutter stressed struggled and
If the shit was all over tomorrow, I'd a treasure
For my kids with a legacy for my to follow
You know it's funny how the good die
Get the peppin in your faggot nigga
Cause you could die
Hold on, you know I cut off my arm, in the name of
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!

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