Luyện nghe bài hát Why We Die

Uhh, some shit..
..that that that niggaz ain't even before
That's that shit! (motherfuckers never seen
Nothing like before, for real man)
It's down baby, uhh..
Uhh! busta
What? ! uhh, dmx
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 eerie I'm feelin - from the floor, to the ceilin
Straight through the roof, the truth?
I miss robbin and stealin
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 in a while when it got a little too hectic
He was the only one I knew 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 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 now, my pains are yours
As yours are what's mine, define, revolvin (nigga!)

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(why? ) all my niggaz tell me (why) me (we die)
Cause we crazy with it, 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 niggaz me (why) tell me (we die)
Because we gods nigga (and) we go the nigga
Because I walk the under my feet
And keep it live and stay in tune the street
Now let me ask my (why? )

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

[chorus w/ variations]

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

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