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

This shit deep.
Don't with 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, body bag, tape, and a pillow.
In the solo.
Sittin' low with the out.
Feelin' like Manson on Sonny Sam shit.
With a murder on my mind my mind on the homicide,
And my watch said outta time.
Somebody gotta die, line.
Front page, nine.
Headline: Columbine.
I and plot 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 gettin' fucking ugly.
I love it.
Took this 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.)

Last night, I must've had a choppin up bodies.
up bloody as fuck in the hospital 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 pictures of cut-up bitches, disfigured with body parts missin.
Listen, I ain't do shit, I don't shit.
Man, I don't a fuck 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, that shit,
With them 3-D 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 right next 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 niggas hard
But that house there, don't go in they yard
simple 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 line men couldn't stop the blitz.
niggas inside, a couple kittens
And right here, good riddance.
Nigga around, it's suicide for instance
Picture the of a bullet
I come I can smell the flesh aimin' for your head or neck.
Nigga, pray to God I won't hit chest.
Now I come straight 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, this is it gotta be.
You brought me in this world, now I'm you out.
Now you up your muthafuckin mouth.
insanity.
Just a fantasy.
insanity.
Just a murderous of mine.
(Now I feel like me a mother fucka.)