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 a problem, they be dyin' over dead people.
dead people.

This shit deep.
fuck with me.
You end up six deep.
to how I did it.
I up slow on Willow.
Thinkin' 'bout 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.
a murder on my mind that my mind on the homicide,
And my watch they outta time.
Somebody gotta die, 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.
can beg and plead, yell and scream.
Try to leave, get in cheese, pray to God on they knees, but I'm gettin' fucking ugly.
I fuckin' it.
Took this nigga by his and fuckin' cut it and thought nothin' of it.
It's insanity.
a murderous fantasy.
It's insanity.
Just a murderous of mine.
(Man, I feel like me a mother fucka.)

Last night, I must've had a blast up bodies.
up bloody as fuck in the hospital lobby.
Body filled adrenaline.
Not rememberin what I did to get all this blood on my Timberlands.
Cop's sayin I did to him?
Showin me pictures of cut-up bitches, disfigured members with parts missin.
Listen, I ain't do shit, I don't shit.
Man, I don't give a fuck 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 3-D glasses on,
And that 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 headed west where 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, by snakes, AK's and AR's.
Some niggas hard to play, some niggas hard
But that house right there, don't go in yard
It's insanity.
Just a fantasy.
It's insanity.
Just a fantasy of mine.
(Man, I like killin me a mother fucka.)

Beware of dark shit, shot 'em the fence
Tough offensive men couldn't stop the blitz.
Them inside, a couple kittens
And this here, good riddance.
Nigga around, it's suicide for instance
Picture the of a bullet
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 outta drum, headed 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 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 open up muthafuckin mouth.
insanity.
Just a fantasy.
insanity.
Just a fantasy of mine.
(Now I like killin me a mother fucka.)