Luyện nghe bài hát Why They

See you lucky man... you lucky to be me nigga
U better 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 dollars lovely and big
to like wayne and big
No explain yah dig
Somone come claim kid
He a fraud, the city morg, claim his wig
Wanna be famous? well the game is rigged this is
Were we crack, beef come handle that
them down to candle wax, pump water we camel backs
Not camel toes, sandal cat do jack
Place a order well cancel jaffe set it
Any problems baby, to harlem baby
We several coupes, gray orange cherry coupes
ball like cheryl swoopes, dudes hustle on every stoop
Your truley, beef and brocs mah are very cute
I'm a can of cambells bitch yeah I'm very soup
Look the kid done rose, to sleepin with
In my nostril pick my nose, damn bit my toes
We slingin get yah ratchet it don't forget yah clothes
in 56 and 46 live my crows
My grandmaother faught grandmother mrs rose
Uncle came down gat explode, that disclose
we'll damage yah ameatuer don't play with pros
They compose, nice girls thay get to naked hoes
They wanna get the boy, cuff wrist the boy
I'm the cookie monster yep chips ahoy!
Ahoy from over seas they ship the

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 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 lift him ten feet she said he ain't tryna
Do my hair cut, line em up I lay em down
em up, I swear to god garbage bags in line and drunk
I keep loaded guns, for every five
My connect throw me one, you don't me son
Like I rhymin, I'm just a thug shinin
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 at my watch love my timin
Name stop, drop it, dog you not
When I'm a frontin, when yah mom stop coppin
Shit you not rockin, watchin, glock cocked
Dots shots in, em re-run he pop lockin
When I stop his heart some head shots
Better yet he rubble, he in bed rock
Yeah you we dead, when the grass is green
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 tell you it 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 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 with me why they with me huh