Luyện nghe bài hát Why They

See you lucky man... you lucky to be me nigga
U better take on the you suckin all the h2o nigga
My new name is fuckin velcro the way niggaz stick to me no homo

Harlem 100 million dollars dame and big
to like wayne and big
No need yah dig
Somone come this kid
He a fraud, the city morg, gone his wig
be famous? well the game is rigged this is harlem
Were we scramble crack, come handle that
Melt them down to candle wax, pump water we camel
Not camel toes, cat can't do jack
Place a well cancel that jaffe set it
Any problems baby, come to harlem
We drive several coupes, gray orange cherry
Girls like cheryl swoopes, dudes hustle on every stoop
Your jewelry truley, beef and brocs mah are cute
I'm like a can of cambells yeah I'm very soup
Look the kid rose, to sleepin with roaches
In my pick my nose, damn mice bit my toes
We slingin get yah ratchet bang it forget yah clothes
Lived in 56 and 46 my crows
My grandmaother faught they grandmother mrs
Uncle came down gat explode, case disclose
Cause damage yah ameatuer don't play with pros
They compose, nice thay get turned to naked hoes
They wanna get the boy, hand wrist the boy
Cause I'm the monster yep chips ahoy!
from over seas they ship the toys

Why they fuckin with me why they with me
Why fuckin with me why they fuckin with me huh
Why they fuckin with me why they with me man
Why they fuckin with me why fuckin with me huh

See my mind designa dump, pump when I the pump
I'm a lift him ten feet she he ain't tryna duck
Do like my hair cut, line em up I lay em
Sign em up, I swear to god garbage bags in and drunk
I keep loaded guns, for every five
My connect throw me one, you don't me son
Like I rhymin, I'm just a thug shinin
And leave the club blinded, by the damn diamond

I hug the block, it hug me
Yeah it I'm grindin, I told my watch
Now at my watch love my timin
Name stop, it, dog you not poppin
When I'm a stop frontin, when yah mom coppin
Shit you not rockin, watchin, glock cocked
Dots shots in, call em he pop lockin
When I stop his heart with head shots
Better yet he barney rubble, he in bed
Yeah you know we dead, when the grass is
And the suits is black, and the red
That's the of death baby boy go to bed
And I kiss mah I kno yah head so go ahead
I wildin on you, I tell you it won't be polite,
You mad I'm stylin on you, down, weave the right
the gat out two shots, peace goodnight

Why they fuckin me why they fuckin with me
Why they fuckin me why they fuckin with me huh
Why they fuckin with me why they fuckin me man
Why they fuckin with me why fuckin with me huh