Luyện nghe bài hát Why We Die

Uhh, that's shit..
..that that that niggaz ain't even before
that shit! (motherfuckers ain't never seen
Nothing like this before, for man)
goin down baby, uhh..
Uhh! busta
! uhh, dmx nigga
Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh

I see ghosts clearly; even though, most don't me
They wanna get near me - fear me, so I'm leary
Kinda eerie what I'm - from the floor, to the ceilin
Straight through the roof, the truth?
I kinda robbin and stealin
Cause it kept a nigga hungry, only eatin I starved
I was ugly, so I robbed, no one me, shit was hard
Went to God once in a while when it got a too hectic
He was the only one I knew I respected (why? )
Didn't know why, didn't what I was livin was a lie
If I ain't shit then, why I try
See, plenty die, over dumb shit, up in the hood
Real good heart, but up to no
Thought I did what I could, but I it, wasn't enough
The devil told me it would happen but I kept his bluff
When it rains it now, my pains are yours
As yours are mine, define, revolvin doors (nigga!)

[chorus: busta

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

They say the good die young, in the hood where I'm
I got one question to that - why the fuck am I here?
I to the air, I ask god, "love me please,"
But in reality, people that hug me is thieves
Same niggaz that shots through my rugby sleeves
They wanna, 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 told I'd amount to nothin, of my childhood
Like (? ? ) it was my growth
me from the shit I was wantin the most
Felt myself close to pumpin them o's
Lump in my throat, chest poked out, was poker
Tryin to, erase my ghostes, chase the
Got demons on shoulders,
Tryin to my life through the streets
In other words nigga my was weak
Please what I speak,
This ain't average ordinary jargon
rap niggaz be talkin
This shit is deep, the mind of busta, 'x and me
To all my soldiers, rest in peace, til we meet niggaz

[chorus w/ variations]

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

[chorus w/ minor