Luyện nghe bài hát Why We Die

Uhh, that's shit..
..that that that niggaz even seen before
That's that shit! (motherfuckers never seen
Nothing like before, for real man)
It's goin baby, uhh..
Uhh! busta
What? ! uhh, dmx
Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh

I see clearly; even though, most don't hear me
They still wanna get 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
it kept a nigga hungry, only eatin when I starved
I was ugly, so I robbed, no one loved me, was hard
Went to God in a while when it got a little too hectic
He was the one I knew that I respected (why? )
Didn't know why, didn't know I was livin was a lie
If I shit then, why should I try
See, plenty niggaz die, dumb shit, up in the hood
Real heart, but up to no good
Thought I did what I could, but I guess it, enough
The devil told me it happen but I kept callin his bluff
it rains it pours now, my pains are yours
As yours are what's mine, define, revolvin (nigga!)

[chorus: busta

(why? ) all my niggaz tell me (why) me (we die)
Cause we with it, quick to blaze you with it
From in my soul to word that I curse
With all the agony expressed in this
Let me ask my (why? )
My niggaz tell me (why) me (we die)
Because we gods nigga (and) we go the yard
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 die young, in the hood where I'm from
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 that hug me is thieves
Same niggaz that send 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 good
that count for somethin?
I was I'd amount to nothin, most of my childhood
Like (? ? ) it was my growth
Seperated me from the shit I was the most
Felt myself comin close to them o's
Lump in my throat, chest out, face was poker
to, erase my ghostes, chase the smokers
Got on both shoulders,
Tryin to chauffeur my life the streets
In other nigga my will was weak
Please what I speak,
This ain't average ordinary jargon
Weak rap niggaz be
shit is deep, from the mind of busta, 'x and me
To all my soldiers, rest in peace, til we meet niggaz

[chorus w/ minor

[busta
I must be cuckoo, I respect the new-you, never
See you too could get it your fubu sweater
Like a nigga when he walk in the dark,
On a nigga land, shots loud in the park
I live and die for all the shit I
And rep for I stand for
every single breath I breathe
Like the intake from cigarette smoke, it's you inhale
The in the gutter stressed struggled and broke
If the was all over tomorrow, I'd leave a treasure
For my kids a legacy for my children to follow
You know it's funny how the good die
Get the peppin in your steppin nigga
Cause you could die
on, you know I cut off my arm, in the name of reppin
Real niggaz in the midst of this bomb
blessin me to rep for the better, and carry on
Somethin great and keep a name livin forever!

[chorus w/ variations]