Luyện nghe bài hát Why We Die

Uhh, some shit..
..that that niggaz ain't even seen before
That's that shit! (motherfuckers ain't seen
Nothing like this before, for man)
It's down baby, uhh..
Uhh! busta
! uhh, dmx nigga
Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh

I see ghosts even though, most don't hear me
They still wanna get near me - me, so I'm leary
eerie what I'm feelin - from the floor, to the ceilin
Straight the roof, want the truth?
I kinda miss robbin and
Cause it kept a nigga hungry, only when I starved
I was ugly, so I robbed, no one loved me, was hard
Went to God once in a while it got a little too hectic
He was the only one I knew that I (why? )
Didn't know why, know what I was livin was a lie
If I shit then, why should I try
See, plenty niggaz die, dumb shit, up in the hood
good heart, but up to no good
Thought I did what I could, but I guess it, 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 what's mine, define, revolvin (nigga!)

[chorus: busta

(why? ) all my niggaz me (why) tell me (we die)
Cause we crazy it, quick to blaze you with it
From in my soul to word that I curse
With all the agony 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 under my feet
And it live and stay in tune with the street
Now let me ask my (why? )

They say the good die young, in the where I'm from
I only got one 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 that send shots through my rugby sleeves
They wanna, me and leave, I'm thinkin it must be me
Please light, the hood's dark
I did my dirt but got a heart
Shouldn't that count for
I was told I'd amount to nothin, of my childhood
Like (? ? ) it was stuntin my
Seperated me from the shit I was the most
Felt comin close to pumpin them o's
Lump in my throat, chest poked out, face was
Tryin to, my ghostes, chase the smokers
Got on both shoulders,
Tryin to chauffeur my through the streets
In other words my will was weak
Please feel I speak,
This ain't your ordinary jargon
Weak rap niggaz be
This is deep, from the mind of busta, 'x and me
To all my fallen soldiers, rest in peace, til we meet

[chorus w/ variations]

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

w/ minor variations]