Luyện nghe bài hát Dead People

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

This shit deep.
Don't 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, body bag, tape, and a pillow.
In the solo.
low with the lights out.
Feelin' like Manson on some Sam shit.
With a murder on my mind that my on the homicide,
And my said they outta time.
Somebody gotta die, line.
page, column nine.
Headline: Columbine.
I plan and plot and strategized, and about it.
Loaded up in the closet.
My is to get bloody.
can beg and plead, yell and scream.
Try to leave, get in cheese, to God on they knees, but I'm still gettin' fucking 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.
Just a fantasy of mine.
(Man, I feel like me a mother fucka.)

Last night, I must've had a choppin up bodies.
Woke up bloody as fuck in the lobby.
Body filled adrenaline.
Not rememberin what I did to get all this on my fuckin' Timberlands.
Cop's I did what to him?
Showin me pictures of cut-up bitches, disfigured members with parts missin.
Listen, I do shit, I don't 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,
them 3-D glasses on,
And that shit 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 next to the white in between the yellow tape,
Behind the gate.
Rottwielers and pitbulls, by snakes, AK's and AR's.
Some niggas hard to play, some niggas play
But that house right there, don't go in they
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, shot 'em the fence
Tough line men couldn't stop the blitz.
niggas inside, a couple kittens
And this here, good riddance.
Nigga fuck around, it's suicide for
Picture the of a bullet
Here I come I can 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.
lookin at you.
Thinkin it and gettin tired of lookin 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 your mouth.
insanity.
a murderous fantasy.
insanity.
Just a fantasy of mine.
(Now I feel killin me a mother fucka.)