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 with a problem, they be dyin' over people.
dead people.

This shit deep.
fuck with me.
You end up six deep.
to how I did it.
I up slow on Willow.
Thinkin' 'bout climbin' the fuckin' window.
In the backseat, burners.
Ski mask, bag, duct tape, and a pillow.
In the solo.
Sittin' low with the out.
Feelin' like on some Sonny Sam shit.
With a on my mind that my mind on the homicide,
And my watch said outta time.
gotta die, bottom line.
Front page, nine.
Headline: Columbine.
I plan and and strategized, and thought about 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.
It's insanity.
Just a fantasy.
It's insanity.
a murderous fantasy of mine.
(Man, I feel killin 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 sayin I did to him?
Showin me pictures of 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.
Fuck whatever she said, fuck 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 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 where reside.
my nigga.
He live on 1st and 48th right next to the white chalk in the yellow tape,
Behind the gate.
and pitbulls, surrounded by snakes, AK's and AR's.
Some niggas hard to play, some play hard
But house right there, don't go in they yard
It's insanity.
a murderous 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 line men couldn't the blitz.
niggas inside, a couple kittens
And right here, good riddance.
Nigga fuck around, it's for instance
Picture the mind of a
Here I come I can smell the flesh aimin' for 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 one didn't 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 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 feel killin me a mother fucka.)