Luyện nghe bài hát Why They

See you man... you lucky to be around 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 dollars lovely dame and big
to like wayne and big
No explain yah dig
Somone claim this kid
He a fraud, the morg, gone claim his wig
Wanna be famous? well the game is rigged is harlem
Were we scramble crack, beef come handle
Melt them down to candle wax, water we camel backs
Not toes, sandal cat can't do jack
Place a order well cancel that set it
Any baby, come to harlem baby
We drive several coupes, gray orange cherry
ball like cheryl swoopes, dudes hustle on every stoop
Your jewelry truley, beef and brocs mah are cute
I'm like a can of cambells bitch I'm very soup
Look the kid done rose, to sleepin roaches
In my nostril my nose, damn mice bit my toes
We slingin get yah ratchet bang it don't forget yah
in 56 and 46 live my crows
My faught they grandmother mrs rose
came down gat explode, that case disclose
Cause we'll damage yah ameatuer don't play pros
They compose, girls thay get turned to naked hoes
They get the boy, hand cuff wrist the boy
I'm the cookie monster yep chips ahoy!
Ahoy from over they ship the toys

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

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

I hug the block, it hug me
Yeah it trust I'm grindin, I told my
Now look at my watch love my
Name stop, drop it, dog you not
When I'm a frontin, when yah mom stop coppin
Shit you not rockin, stop watchin, glock
Dots shots in, em re-run he pop lockin
When I stop his with some head shots
yet he barney rubble, he in bed rock
Yeah you know we dead, the grass is green
And the is black, and the roses red
That's the kiss of baby 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, weave the
Pull the gat out two shots, 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 fuckin with me man
Why they fuckin with me why they with me huh