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

This 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, body bag, 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 they outta time.
gotta die, bottom line.
Front page, nine.
Another Columbine.
I plan and and strategized, and thought about it.
Loaded up 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 still fucking ugly.
I love it.
Took this by his throat and fuckin' cut it and thought nothin' of it.
simple insanity.
Just a fantasy.
It's insanity.
Just a fantasy of mine.
(Man, I feel like killin me a fucka.)

Last night, I must've had a blast 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 bitches, disfigured members with body parts missin.
Listen, I ain't do shit, I don't shit.
Man, I don't a fuck about that bitch.
Fuck she said, fuck whatever 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 shit longer than mother fucka.
Look at my pocket, get the 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 next to the 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
It's insanity.
Just a fantasy.
simple insanity.
Just a fantasy of mine.
(Man, I feel like me a mother fucka.)

Beware of dark shit, shot 'em the fence
Tough offensive line men stop the blitz.
Them niggas inside, a couple
And this here, good riddance.
Nigga fuck around, it's suicide for
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 here I come straight outta drum, for your lungs.
You in my sight.
The one didn't 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 what it be.
You me in this 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.)