Luyện nghe bài hát Why They

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

Harlem 100 million lovely dame and big
Shots to wayne and big
No need yah dig
Somone come this kid
He a fraud, the city morg, claim his wig
Wanna be famous? well the 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, cat can't do jack
a order well cancel that jaffe set it
Any problems baby, come to harlem
We drive several coupes, gray cherry coupes
Girls ball like cheryl swoopes, dudes hustle on stoop
Your jewelry truley, beef and brocs mah are very
I'm like a can of cambells bitch yeah I'm 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 forget yah clothes
Lived in 56 and 46 my crows
My grandmaother they grandmother mrs rose
Uncle came down gat explode, that case
Cause we'll damage yah don't play with pros
They compose, nice girls thay get turned to hoes
They get the boy, hand cuff wrist the boy
I'm the cookie monster yep chips ahoy!
Ahoy over seas they ship the toys

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

See my designa dump, pump when I find the pump
I'm a him ten feet she said he ain't tryna duck
Do like my cut, line em up I lay em down
Sign em up, I swear to god garbage in line and drunk
I keep loaded guns, for every five
My connect throw me one, you 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 at my watch love my timin
stop, drop it, dog you not poppin
When I'm a frontin, when yah mom stop coppin
you not rockin, stop watchin, glock cocked
Dots shots in, call em he pop lockin
When I stop his heart with some head
yet he barney rubble, he in bed rock
Yeah you know we dead, when the grass is
And the suits is black, and the red
That's the kiss of death 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, down, weave the right
Pull the gat out two shots, goodnight

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