Luyện nghe bài hát Why We Die

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

I see ghosts clearly; even though, don't hear me
They still wanna get near me - me, so I'm leary
Kinda what I'm feelin - from the floor, to the ceilin
through 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
Went to God once in a while when it got a little too
He was the one I knew that I respected (why? )
Didn't why, didn't know what I was livin was a lie
If I ain't shit then, why I try
See, plenty niggaz die, over dumb shit, up in the
Real good heart, but up to no
Thought I did I could, but I guess it, wasn't enough
The devil told me it happen but I kept callin his bluff
When it rains it now, my pains are yours
As are what's mine, define, revolvin doors (nigga!)

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

They say the die young, in the hood where I'm from
I got one question to that - why the fuck am I here?
I to the air, I ask god, "love me please,"
But in reality, only people that hug me is
niggaz that send shots through my rugby 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 heart
Shouldn't that count for
I was told I'd amount to nothin, of my childhood
Like (? ? ) it was my growth
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, my ghostes, chase the smokers
Got on both shoulders,
Tryin to chauffeur my through the streets
In words nigga my will was weak
Please feel I speak,
This ain't your average jargon
Weak rap be talkin
This shit is deep, from the of busta, 'x and me
To all my fallen soldiers, rest in peace, til we meet

w/ minor variations]

[busta
I be cuckoo, like I respect the new-you, never
See you too get it through your fubu sweater
Like a when he walk in the dark, trespassin
On a land, shots echo loud in the park
I and die for all the shit I believe
And rep for everything I for
With single breath 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 over tomorrow, I'd a treasure
For my with a legacy for my children 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
Real niggaz in the midst of droppin bomb
blessin me to rep for the better, and carry on
Somethin great and a nigga name livin forever!

[chorus w/ variations]