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, be dyin' over 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' Manson on some Sonny Sam shit.
With a murder on my mind that my on the homicide,
And my watch said they time.
gotta 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, pray to God on they knees, but I'm still gettin' ugly.
I fuckin' it.
Took this nigga by his and fuckin' cut it and thought nothin' of it.
simple insanity.
Just a fantasy.
simple insanity.
Just a fantasy of mine.
(Man, I feel like me a mother fucka.)

Last night, I had a blast choppin up bodies.
Woke up as fuck in the hospital lobby.
filled with adrenaline.
Not what I did to get all this blood on my fuckin' Timberlands.
Cop's I did what to him?
Showin me of cut-up bitches, disfigured members with body parts missin.
Listen, I do shit, I don't know shit.
Man, I don't give a about 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 them 3-D on,
And shit longer than mother fucka.
Look at my pocket, get the though.
my alibi, bitch.
Now up?
Fresh out the cuffs, now I'm on the outside,
And headed west Homicide reside.
my nigga.
He live on 1st and 48th right to the white chalk in between the yellow tape,
Behind the gate.
Rottwielers and pitbulls, by snakes, AK's and AR's.
Some niggas hard to play, some play hard
But that right there, don't go in they yard
simple insanity.
Just a fantasy.
It's insanity.
a murderous fantasy of mine.
(Man, I feel like killin me a fucka.)

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