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 tryna make a couple dollars,
Any nigga with a problem, they be dyin' dead people.
dead people.

This gets deep.
Don't fuck me.
You end up six deep.
to how I did it.
I crept up on Willow.
Thinkin' 'bout climbin' through the window.
In the backseat, burners.
Ski mask, bag, duct tape, and a pillow.
In the solo.
Sittin' low the lights out.
Feelin' like Manson on Sonny Sam shit.
With a murder on my mind my mind on the homicide,
And my watch said they time.
Somebody die, bottom line.
page, column nine.
Headline: Columbine.
I plan and and strategized, and thought about it.
up everything in the closet.
My is to get bloody.
can beg and plead, yell and scream.
Try to leave, get in cheese, pray to God on they knees, but I'm still gettin' ugly.
I fuckin' it.
Took nigga by his throat and fuckin' cut it and thought nothin' of it.
simple insanity.
Just a fantasy.
simple insanity.
Just a murderous of mine.
(Man, I feel killin me a mother fucka.)

night, I must've had a blast choppin up bodies.
Woke up bloody as fuck in the lobby.
filled with adrenaline.
Not rememberin what I did to get all this blood on my Timberlands.
Cop's I did what to him?
Showin me pictures of cut-up bitches, disfigured with body parts missin.
Listen, I ain't do shit, I don't shit.
Man, I don't give a fuck that 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 that longer than mother fucka.
at my pocket, get the tickets though.
my alibi, bitch.
Now up?
out the cuffs, now I'm back on the outside,
And headed west where reside.
my nigga.
He live on 1st and 48th right next to the white chalk in the yellow tape,
the black gate.
Rottwielers and pitbulls, by snakes, AK's and AR's.
Some niggas to play, some niggas play hard
But that house right there, don't go in yard
It's insanity.
Just a fantasy.
It's insanity.
Just a murderous of mine.
(Man, I like killin me a mother fucka.)

Beware of dark shit, shot 'em the fence
Tough offensive men couldn't stop the blitz.
niggas inside, a couple kittens
And right here, good riddance.
Nigga fuck around, 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 hit your chest.
Now here I come straight outta drum, 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 tired of lookin at you.
Hi, daddy, me?
Goodbye, daddy, is what it gotta be.
You me in this world, now I'm takin you out.
Now you up your muthafuckin mouth.
insanity.
Just a fantasy.
insanity.
Just a murderous of mine.
(Now I like killin me a mother fucka.)