Luyện nghe bài hát Why They

See you lucky man... you lucky to be around me
U better take on the oxygen you 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
Shots to like and big
No need yah dig
come claim this kid
He a fraud, the morg, gone claim his wig
Wanna be famous? well the game is this is harlem
Were we scramble crack, come handle that
Melt them to candle wax, pump water we camel backs
Not camel toes, cat can't do jack
Place a order well cancel jaffe set it
Any problems baby, come to harlem
We drive coupes, gray orange cherry coupes
Girls ball like cheryl swoopes, dudes on every stoop
Your jewelry truley, beef and mah are very cute
I'm like a can of cambells bitch yeah I'm soup
the kid done rose, to sleepin with roaches
In my nostril my nose, damn mice bit my toes
We slingin get yah ratchet it don't forget yah clothes
Lived in 56 and 46 live my
My faught they grandmother mrs rose
Uncle came gat explode, that case disclose
Cause we'll damage yah ameatuer play with pros
They compose, nice girls get turned to naked hoes
They wanna get the boy, hand cuff the boy
I'm the cookie monster yep chips ahoy!
Ahoy from seas they ship the toys

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

See my mind designa dump, when I find the pump
I'm a lift him ten feet she said he ain't duck
Do like my hair cut, em up I lay em down
Sign em up, I swear to god garbage bags in line and
I keep loaded guns, for every five
My connect me one, you don't know me son
Like I love rhymin, I'm just a thug
And leave the club blinded, by the damn blood

I hug the block, it hug me
Yeah it trust I'm grindin, I told my
Now at my watch love my timin
stop, drop it, dog you not poppin
When I'm a stop frontin, when yah mom coppin
Shit you not rockin, watchin, glock cocked
shots in, call em re-run he pop lockin
When I stop his heart with head shots
Better yet he barney rubble, he in bed
Yeah you know we dead, when the grass is
And the is black, and the roses red
the kiss of death baby 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, peace

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