Luyện nghe bài hát Why We Die

Uhh, that's shit..
..that that that niggaz ain't even seen
That's that shit! (motherfuckers ain't seen
like this before, for real man)
It's down baby, uhh..
Uhh! busta
What? ! uhh, dmx
Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh

I see ghosts clearly; even though, most hear me
They still wanna get near me - me, so I'm leary
Kinda eerie what I'm - from the floor, to the ceilin
Straight through the roof, want the
I kinda miss robbin and
Cause it kept a nigga hungry, only eatin when I
I was ugly, so I robbed, no one me, shit was hard
to God once in a while when it got a little too hectic
He was the only one I knew I respected (why? )
Didn't know why, didn't what I was livin was a lie
If I ain't shit then, why I try
See, plenty niggaz die, over dumb shit, up in the
Real heart, but up to no good
Thought I did I could, but I guess it, wasn't enough
The devil told me it would happen but I callin his bluff
When it it pours now, my pains are yours
As are what's mine, define, revolvin doors (nigga!)

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(why? ) all my tell me (why) tell me (we die)
Cause we crazy with it, quick to blaze you it
From in my soul to word that I curse
all the agony expressed in this verse;
Let me ask my (why? )
My tell me (why) tell me (we die)
Because we nigga (and) we go the yard nigga
Because I the ground under my feet
And keep it live and stay in with the street
Now let me ask my (why? )

They say the die young, in the hood 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, only people that hug me is
Same niggaz send shots 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
Shouldn't count for somethin?
I was I'd amount to nothin, most of my childhood
Like (? ? ) it was stuntin my
Seperated me the shit I was wantin the most
Felt myself close to pumpin them o's
in my throat, chest poked out, face was poker
Tryin to, my ghostes, chase the smokers
Got demons on shoulders,
to chauffeur my life through the streets
In other words nigga my will was
Please feel I speak,
This ain't your average ordinary
Weak rap be talkin
shit is deep, from the mind of busta, 'x and me
To all my fallen soldiers, rest in peace, til we meet

w/ minor variations]

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

[chorus w/ minor