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 tryna make a dollars,
Any nigga with a problem, they be over dead people.
Muthafuckin' people.

shit gets deep.
Don't with 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 with the out.
Feelin' like Manson on some Sam shit.
With a murder on my that my mind on the homicide,
And my watch said outta time.
Somebody gotta die, line.
page, column nine.
Headline: Columbine.
I plan and plot and strategized, and 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 knees, but I'm still gettin' fucking ugly.
I love it.
Took this nigga by his throat and cut it and thought nothin' of it.
simple insanity.
Just a fantasy.
It's insanity.
a murderous fantasy of mine.
(Man, I like killin me a mother fucka.)

Last night, I had a blast 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.
sayin 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 give a fuck about that bitch.
Fuck whatever she said, fuck whatever she saw, it 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 mother fucka.
at my pocket, get the tickets 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 in between the yellow tape,
the black gate.
Rottwielers and pitbulls, surrounded by snakes, and AR's.
Some niggas hard to play, some niggas play
But that house there, don't go in they yard
It's insanity.
Just a fantasy.
It's insanity.
Just a fantasy of mine.
(Man, I feel like me a mother fucka.)

of dark shit, shot 'em through the fence
Tough offensive men couldn't stop the blitz.
Them niggas inside, a kittens
And this right here, riddance.
Nigga around, it's suicide for instance
Picture the of a bullet
Here I I can smell the flesh aimin' for your head or neck.
Nigga, to God I won't hit your chest.
Now here I straight outta drum, headed for your lungs.
You in my sight.
The last one do it right,
And I'm waitin.
Just at you.
about it and gettin tired of lookin 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.)