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 name is mother fuckin the way niggaz stick to me no homo

Harlem 100 million lovely dame and big
Shots to wayne and big
No explain yah dig
Somone come this kid
He a fraud, the morg, gone claim his wig
be famous? well the game is rigged this is harlem
Were we crack, beef come handle that
Melt down to candle wax, pump water we camel backs
Not camel toes, sandal cat can't do
Place a order cancel that jaffe set it
Any problems baby, to harlem baby
We several coupes, gray orange cherry coupes
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 yah clothes
in 56 and 46 live my crows
My faught they grandmother mrs rose
Uncle came down gat explode, that case
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 wrist the boy
Cause I'm the cookie yep chips ahoy!
from over seas they ship the toys

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

See my designa 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, 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 throw me one, you don't know me son
Like I love rhymin, I'm just a thug
And the club blinded, by the damn blood diamond

I hug the block, it hug me
it trust I'm grindin, I told my watch
Now look at my watch my timin
stop, drop it, dog you not poppin
When I'm a frontin, when yah mom stop coppin
Shit you not rockin, stop watchin, glock
Dots in, call em re-run he pop lockin
When I stop his heart with some head
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 kiss mah I kno yah head so go ahead
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 fuckin with me why they fuckin me
Why they with me why they fuckin with me huh
Why fuckin with me why they fuckin with me man
Why they fuckin with me why they with me huh