Luyện nghe bài hát Why We Die

Uhh, some shit..
..that that that niggaz ain't even before
that shit! (motherfuckers ain't never seen
Nothing like before, for real man)
It's down baby, uhh..
Uhh! rhymes
! uhh, dmx nigga
Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh

I see ghosts clearly; though, most don't hear me
They wanna get near me - fear me, so I'm leary
eerie what I'm feelin - from the floor, to the ceilin
Straight the roof, want the truth?
I kinda miss robbin and
Cause it a nigga hungry, only eatin when I starved
I was ugly, so I robbed, no one loved me, was hard
Went to God once in a while 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, niggaz die, over dumb shit, up in the hood
Real good heart, but up to no
Thought I did I could, but I guess it, wasn't enough
The told me it would happen but I kept callin his bluff
When it it pours now, my pains are yours
As yours are what's mine, define, revolvin (nigga!)

busta rhymes]

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

They say the good die young, in the hood I'm from
I only got one to that - 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
Same niggaz that shots through my rugby sleeves
wanna, slug me and leave, I'm thinkin it must be me
Please shed light, the hood's
I did my but got a good heart
Shouldn't that count for
I was told I'd amount to nothin, of my childhood
Like (? ? ) it was stuntin my
me from the shit I was wantin the most
Felt myself comin to pumpin them o's
Lump in my throat, chest out, face was poker
to, erase my ghostes, chase the smokers
Got on both shoulders,
Tryin to my life through the streets
In other words nigga my will was
Please feel I speak,
This ain't average ordinary jargon
Weak rap be talkin
This shit is deep, the mind of busta, 'x and me
To all my soldiers, rest in peace, til we meet niggaz

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

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