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 a couple dollars,
Any nigga with a problem, be dyin' over 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' the fuckin' window.
In the backseat, burners.
Ski mask, bag, duct tape, and a pillow.
In the solo.
low with the lights out.
Feelin' like Manson on some Sam shit.
a murder on my mind that my mind on the homicide,
And my said they outta time.
Somebody die, bottom line.
page, column 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 nigga by his throat and fuckin' cut it and thought nothin' of it.
simple insanity.
Just a fantasy.
simple insanity.
Just a fantasy of mine.
(Man, I feel killin me a mother fucka.)

night, I must've had a blast choppin up bodies.
Woke up bloody as fuck in the lobby.
Body filled adrenaline.
Not rememberin 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 body parts missin.
Listen, I ain't do shit, I know shit.
Man, I don't give a 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 shit longer than 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 west where Homicide reside.
my nigga.
He on 1st and 48th 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 hard to play, some niggas play hard
But that house right there, go in they yard
It's insanity.
a murderous fantasy.
It's insanity.
Just a fantasy of mine.
(Man, I feel like killin me a fucka.)

Beware of shit, shot 'em through the fence
Tough line men couldn't stop the blitz.
Them niggas inside, a couple
And right here, good riddance.
Nigga fuck around, suicide for instance
the mind of a bullet
Here I come I can 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.
lookin at you.
Thinkin it and gettin tired of lookin at you.
Hi, daddy, me?
Goodbye, daddy, this is what it be.
You me in this world, now I'm takin you out.
Now you up your muthafuckin mouth.
insanity.
Just a fantasy.
insanity.
Just a fantasy of mine.
(Now I feel killin me a mother fucka.)