Luyện nghe bài hát Why They

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

Harlem 100 dollars lovely dame and big
Shots to wayne and big
No need yah dig
come claim this kid
He a fraud, the city morg, gone his wig
Wanna be well the game is rigged this is harlem
Were we scramble crack, come handle that
Melt them down to candle wax, pump we camel backs
Not camel toes, cat can't do jack
Place a order well cancel jaffe set it
Any problems baby, come to baby
We drive several coupes, gray orange cherry
Girls ball like cheryl swoopes, dudes 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 with roaches
In my pick my nose, damn mice bit my toes
We slingin get yah ratchet bang it don't forget yah
Lived in 56 and 46 live my
My grandmaother faught grandmother mrs rose
Uncle came down gat explode, case disclose
Cause we'll damage yah ameatuer don't with pros
They compose, nice girls thay get turned to naked
They wanna get the boy, hand cuff the boy
Cause I'm the monster yep chips ahoy!
Ahoy from over seas they the toys

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

See my mind dump, pump when I find the pump
I'm a lift him ten feet she said he ain't duck
Do like my hair cut, line em up I lay em
Sign em up, I swear to god garbage bags in line and
I keep loaded guns, for five bricks
My connect throw me one, you don't 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 my watch
Now look at my watch my timin
stop, drop it, dog you not poppin
When I'm a stop frontin, when yah mom stop
Shit you not rockin, watchin, glock cocked
Dots shots in, call em re-run he pop
When I his heart with some head shots
Better yet he rubble, he in bed rock
you know we dead, when the grass is green
And the suits is black, and the red
the kiss of death baby boy go to bed
And I don't kiss mah I kno yah head so go
I start wildin on you, I you it won't be polite,
You mad I'm on you, duck down, weave the right
the gat out two shots, peace goodnight

Why they with me why they fuckin with me
Why they with 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