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, they be over dead people.
dead people.

This gets deep.
fuck with me.
You end up six deep.
to how I did it.
I crept up on Willow.
Thinkin' climbin' through 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 murder on my mind that my 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 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, to God on they knees, but I'm still gettin' fucking ugly.
I love it.
Took this nigga by his throat and fuckin' cut it and thought of it.
It's insanity.
Just a fantasy.
simple insanity.
Just a fantasy of mine.
(Man, I feel like me a mother fucka.)

night, I must've had a blast choppin up bodies.
Woke up as fuck in the hospital lobby.
Body with 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 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 whatever she saw, it 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 than fucka.
at my pocket, get the tickets though.
my alibi, bitch.
Now up?
out the cuffs, now I'm back on the outside,
And west where Homicide reside.
my nigga.
He live on 1st and 48th right to the white chalk in between the yellow tape,
the black gate.
Rottwielers and pitbulls, by snakes, AK's and AR's.
Some hard to play, some niggas play hard
But that house there, don't go in they yard
It's insanity.
Just a fantasy.
It's insanity.
Just a murderous of mine.
(Man, I like killin me a mother fucka.)

of dark shit, shot 'em through the fence
Tough offensive line men stop the blitz.
niggas inside, a couple kittens
And this right here, riddance.
Nigga fuck around, suicide for instance
Picture the mind of a
Here I come I can smell the flesh aimin' for head or neck.
Nigga, pray to God I won't hit chest.
Now here I come straight outta drum, for your lungs.
You in my sight.
The last one do it right,
And I'm waitin.
Just 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 this world, now I'm you out.
Now you open up your mouth.
insanity.
Just a fantasy.
insanity.
Just a fantasy of mine.
(Now I like killin me a mother fucka.)