Luyện nghe bài hát Why We Die

Uhh, that's shit..
..that that niggaz ain't even seen before
That's that shit! (motherfuckers never seen
like this before, for real man)
It's goin baby, uhh..
Uhh! busta
! uhh, dmx nigga
Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh

I see ghosts clearly; even though, most don't me
They still wanna get near me - me, so I'm leary
Kinda eerie I'm feelin - from the floor, to the ceilin
Straight through the roof, want the
I kinda miss and stealin
Cause it a nigga hungry, only eatin when I starved
I was ugly, so I robbed, no one me, shit was hard
Went to God once in a when it got a little too hectic
He was the one I knew that I respected (why? )
Didn't know why, didn't know I was livin was a lie
If I shit then, why should I try
See, plenty die, over dumb shit, up in the hood
good heart, but up to no good
Thought I did I could, but I guess it, wasn't 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 mine, define, revolvin doors (nigga!)

[chorus: 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 I curse
With all the agony expressed in this
Let me ask my (why? )
My tell me (why) tell me (we die)
Because we gods nigga (and) we go the yard
Because I walk the ground my feet
And keep it live and stay in tune with the
Now let me ask my (why? )

They say the good die young, in the hood where I'm
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 people hug me is thieves
niggaz that send shots through my rugby sleeves
They wanna, me and leave, I'm thinkin it must be me
Please light, the hood's dark
I did my dirt but got a good
Shouldn't that count for
I was told I'd amount to nothin, most of my
Like (? ? ) it was stuntin my
Seperated me from the shit I was the most
Felt myself comin close to them o's
in my throat, chest poked out, face was poker
Tryin to, erase my ghostes, chase the
Got on both shoulders,
to chauffeur my life through the streets
In other words nigga my will was
Please what I speak,
This ain't your ordinary jargon
rap niggaz be talkin
This shit is deep, the mind of busta, 'x and me
To all my fallen soldiers, rest in peace, til we meet

[chorus w/ variations]

rhymes]
I be cuckoo, like I respect the new-you, never
See you too get it through your fubu sweater
Like a nigga when he walk in the dark,
On a nigga land, echo loud in the park
I and die for all the shit I believe
And rep for I stand for
With every single I breathe
Like the from cigarette smoke, it's like you inhale
The demon in the stressed struggled and broke
If the shit was all tomorrow, I'd leave a treasure
For my kids with a legacy for my children to
You know it's funny how the die first
Get the peppin in your steppin nigga
Cause you die worse
Hold on, you I cut off my arm, in the name of reppin
Real niggaz in the of droppin this bomb
blessin me to rep for the better, and carry on
Somethin great and keep a nigga livin forever!

w/ minor variations]