Luyện nghe bài hát Why They

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

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

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

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

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

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