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 dyin' dead people.
Muthafuckin' people.

This gets deep.
fuck with me.
You end up six deep.
to how I did it.
I up slow on Willow.
Thinkin' climbin' through the fuckin' window.
In the backseat, burners.
Ski mask, bag, duct tape, and a pillow.
In the solo.
Sittin' low the lights out.
Feelin' like on some Sonny Sam shit.
With a murder on my mind my mind on the homicide,
And my watch said they time.
Somebody gotta die, 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, pray to God on they knees, but I'm still gettin' ugly.
I love it.
Took this nigga by his and fuckin' cut it and thought nothin' of it.
simple insanity.
Just a fantasy.
It's insanity.
a murderous fantasy 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.
Body with adrenaline.
Not rememberin what I did to get all this on my fuckin' Timberlands.
Cop's sayin I did to him?
Showin me of cut-up bitches, disfigured members with body parts missin.
Listen, I ain't do shit, I don't shit.
Man, I don't a fuck about that bitch.
Fuck she said, fuck whatever she saw, it wasn't me.
Oh no no, not me.
to the alibi.
I was at the movies, Avatar shit,
With them 3-D on,
And that shit longer than fucka.
Look at my pocket, get the though.
my alibi, bitch.
Now up?
out the cuffs, now I'm back on the outside,
And headed where Homicide reside.
my nigga.
He on 1st and 48th right next to the white chalk in between the yellow tape,
the black gate.
Rottwielers and pitbulls, surrounded by snakes, and AR's.
niggas hard to play, some niggas play hard
But that house there, don't go in they yard
simple insanity.
Just a fantasy.
simple insanity.
Just a murderous of mine.
(Man, I like killin me a mother fucka.)

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