Luyện nghe bài hát Dead People

in my pocket.
in my wallet.
If you 'bout my profit,
All I see is people.
All I see is people.
You starve so when my momma make a couple dollars,
Any nigga with a problem, they be over dead people.
dead people.

This shit deep.
fuck with me.
You end up six deep.
to how I did it.
I crept up on Willow.
Thinkin' 'bout through the fuckin' window.
In the backseat, burners.
Ski mask, body bag, tape, and a pillow.
In the solo.
Sittin' low with the out.
Feelin' like on some Sonny Sam shit.
With a murder on my that my mind on the homicide,
And my watch said they time.
Somebody die, bottom line.
Front page, nine.
Headline: Columbine.
I plan and plot and strategized, and thought it.
up everything in the closet.
My is to get bloody.
They can beg and plead, and scream.
Try to leave, get in cheese, to God on they knees, but I'm still gettin' fucking ugly.
I fuckin' it.
Took this nigga by his and fuckin' cut it and thought nothin' of it.
It's insanity.
Just a fantasy.
It's insanity.
a murderous fantasy of mine.
(Man, I feel like killin me a fucka.)

night, I must've had a blast choppin up bodies.
Woke up as fuck in the hospital lobby.
filled with adrenaline.
Not rememberin I did to get all this blood on my fuckin' Timberlands.
Cop's sayin I did what to
Showin me pictures of bitches, disfigured members with body parts missin.
Listen, I ain't do shit, I know shit.
Man, I don't give a fuck about bitch.
whatever she said, fuck whatever she saw, it wasn't me.
Oh no no, not me.
to the alibi.
I was at the movies, that shit,
With 3-D glasses on,
And shit longer than mother fucka.
at my pocket, get the tickets though.
my alibi, bitch.
Now up?
Fresh out the cuffs, now I'm on the outside,
And west where Homicide reside.
my nigga.
He on 1st and 48th right next to the white chalk in between the yellow tape,
Behind the gate.
and pitbulls, surrounded by snakes, AK's and AR's.
Some niggas to play, some niggas play hard
But that house right there, don't go in they
It's insanity.
Just a fantasy.
It's insanity.
a murderous fantasy of mine.
(Man, I like killin me a mother fucka.)

of dark shit, shot 'em through the fence
Tough offensive men couldn't stop the blitz.
Them inside, a couple kittens
And right here, good riddance.
fuck around, it's suicide for instance
Picture the mind of a
I come I can smell the flesh aimin' for your head or neck.
Nigga, pray to God I won't hit chest.
Now here I come straight drum, headed for your lungs.
You in my sight.
The one didn't do it right,
And I'm waitin.
Just at you.
Thinkin about it and gettin tired of at you.
Hi, daddy, me?
Goodbye, daddy, this is what it be.
You brought me in this world, now I'm you out.
Now you open up muthafuckin mouth.
insanity.
Just a fantasy.
insanity.
Just a fantasy of mine.
(Now I like killin me a mother fucka.)