Luyện nghe bài hát Why They

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

Harlem 100 million dollars dame and big
to like wayne and big
No need yah dig
Somone come claim kid
He a fraud, the city morg, claim his wig
be famous? well the game is rigged this is harlem
Were we scramble crack, beef handle that
them down to candle wax, pump water we camel backs
Not camel toes, sandal cat can't do
Place a well cancel that jaffe set it
Any baby, come to harlem baby
We drive several coupes, gray orange cherry
Girls like cheryl swoopes, dudes hustle on every stoop
Your jewelry truley, beef and mah are very cute
I'm like a can of cambells yeah I'm very soup
Look the kid done rose, to with roaches
In my nostril my nose, damn mice bit my toes
We slingin get yah ratchet it don't forget yah clothes
in 56 and 46 live my crows
My grandmaother faught they grandmother mrs
Uncle came down gat explode, that disclose
Cause we'll damage yah ameatuer don't play pros
They compose, nice girls thay get to naked hoes
wanna get the boy, hand cuff wrist the boy
Cause I'm the monster yep chips ahoy!
from over seas they ship the toys

Why they fuckin with me why they fuckin me
Why they fuckin with me why they fuckin me huh
Why they fuckin with me why 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 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 garbage bags in and drunk
I keep loaded guns, for five bricks
My throw me one, you don't know me son
Like I love rhymin, I'm just a thug
And leave the blinded, by the damn blood diamond

I hug the block, it hug me
Yeah it I'm grindin, I told my watch
Now look at my watch love my
stop, drop it, dog you not poppin
When I'm a stop frontin, when yah mom stop
Shit you not rockin, stop watchin, cocked
shots in, call em re-run he pop lockin
When I stop his heart with head shots
yet he barney rubble, he in bed rock
Yeah you know we dead, the grass is green
And the suits is black, and the red
That's the 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 stylin on you, duck down, the right
Pull the gat out two shots, goodnight

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