Luyện nghe bài hát Why They

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

100 million dollars lovely dame and big
Shots to like and big
No need yah dig
Somone come 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, come handle that
Melt them down to candle wax, pump water we backs
Not toes, sandal cat can't do jack
Place a order cancel that jaffe set it
Any problems baby, to harlem baby
We drive several coupes, gray orange coupes
Girls ball like cheryl swoopes, hustle on every stoop
jewelry truley, beef and brocs mah are very cute
I'm a can of cambells bitch yeah I'm very soup
Look the kid done rose, to with roaches
In my nostril pick my nose, mice bit my toes
We slingin get yah ratchet it don't forget yah clothes
Lived in 56 and 46 my crows
My grandmaother they grandmother mrs rose
came down gat explode, that case disclose
Cause we'll damage yah ameatuer don't with pros
They compose, nice girls get turned to naked hoes
They wanna get the boy, cuff wrist the boy
Cause I'm the monster yep chips ahoy!
from over seas they ship the toys

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

See my mind designa dump, pump I find the pump
I'm a lift him ten she said he ain't tryna duck
Do like my hair cut, em up I lay em down
Sign em up, I swear to god garbage bags in 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 just a thug
And leave the club blinded, by the damn blood

I hug the block, it hug me
Yeah it trust I'm grindin, I told my
Now at my watch love my timin
Name stop, drop it, dog you not
When I'm a frontin, when yah mom stop coppin
Shit you not rockin, watchin, glock cocked
Dots in, call em re-run he pop lockin
I stop his heart with some 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 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 on you, duck down, weave the right
the gat out two shots, peace goodnight

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