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

shit gets deep.
Don't fuck me.
You end up six deep.
to how I did it.
I up slow 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' like Manson on Sonny Sam shit.
a murder on my mind that my mind on the homicide,
And my said they outta time.
gotta die, bottom line.
Front page, nine.
Another 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, to God on they knees, but I'm still gettin' fucking ugly.
I fuckin' it.
Took this nigga by his throat and cut it and thought nothin' of it.
It's insanity.
Just a fantasy.
It's insanity.
Just a murderous of mine.
(Man, I like 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 what I did to get all this blood on my fuckin' Timberlands.
Cop's sayin I did what to
Showin me pictures of cut-up bitches, disfigured members with body missin.
Listen, I ain't do shit, I know shit.
Man, I give a fuck 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, Avatar shit,
them 3-D glasses on,
And that shit longer than fucka.
Look at my pocket, get the though.
my alibi, bitch.
Now up?
Fresh out the cuffs, now I'm on the outside,
And west where Homicide reside.
my nigga.
He live on 1st and 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 right there, don't go in yard
simple insanity.
Just a fantasy.
simple insanity.
Just a murderous of mine.
(Man, I feel like killin me a fucka.)

of dark shit, shot 'em through the fence
Tough offensive line men couldn't the blitz.
Them niggas inside, a kittens
And this right here, riddance.
Nigga fuck around, suicide for instance
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 straight outta drum, headed for lungs.
You in my sight.
The one didn't do it right,
And I'm waitin.
Just at you.
Thinkin about it and gettin of lookin at you.
Hi, daddy, me?
Goodbye, daddy, this is it gotta be.
You brought me in world, now I'm takin you out.
Now you open up your mouth.
insanity.
Just a fantasy.
insanity.
Just a murderous of mine.
(Now I like killin me a mother fucka.)