Luyện nghe bài hát Why We Die

Uhh, some shit..
..that that that niggaz ain't even before
That's shit! (motherfuckers ain't never seen
Nothing this before, for real man)
goin down baby, uhh..
Uhh! busta
! uhh, dmx nigga
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 what I'm feelin - the floor, to the ceilin
through the roof, want the truth?
I kinda miss robbin and
Cause it kept a nigga hungry, only eatin when I
I was ugly, so I robbed, no one me, shit was hard
Went to God once in a while it got a little too hectic
He was the only one I knew I respected (why? )
know why, didn't know what I was livin was a lie
If I ain't then, why should I try
See, plenty die, over dumb shit, up in the hood
Real 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 it pours now, my pains are yours
As yours are what's mine, define, doors (nigga!)

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(why? ) all my niggaz me (why) tell me (we die)
Cause we crazy with it, quick to you with it
From in my soul to every word that I
With all the agony in this verse;
Let me ask my (why? )
My niggaz tell me (why) me (we die)
Because we gods (and) we go the yard nigga
Because I walk the ground my feet
And keep it live and stay in with the street
Now let me ask my (why? )

They say the good die young, in the hood where I'm
I only got one question to that - why the fuck am I
I to the air, I ask god, "love me please,"
But in reality, only people that hug me is
Same niggaz that shots through my rugby sleeves
wanna, slug me and leave, I'm thinkin it must be me
Please shed light, the hood's
I did my dirt but got a heart
Shouldn't count for somethin?
I was I'd amount to nothin, most of my childhood
(? ? ) it was stuntin my growth
Seperated me from the I was wantin the most
Felt myself comin 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,
Tryin to chauffeur my life through the
In other words nigga my will was
feel what I speak,
This ain't your ordinary jargon
Weak rap be talkin
shit is deep, from the mind of busta, 'x and me
To all my fallen soldiers, in peace, til we meet niggaz

[chorus w/ variations]

[busta
I must be cuckoo, like I respect the new-you,
See you too could get it through your fubu
Like a when he walk in the dark, trespassin
On a nigga land, echo loud in the park
I live and die for all the I believe
And rep for I stand for
With every single I breathe
Like the intake from cigarette smoke, it's like you
The in the gutter stressed struggled and broke
If the shit was all over tomorrow, I'd leave a
For my kids with a legacy for my to follow
You know funny how the good die first
Get the peppin in your steppin nigga
you could die worse
Hold on, you I cut off my arm, in the name of reppin
niggaz in the midst of droppin this bomb
Allah blessin me to rep for the better, and on
Somethin great and keep a nigga name forever!

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