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 my momma tryna make a couple dollars,
Any nigga a problem, they 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 crept up 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 the lights out.
Feelin' like Manson on Sonny Sam shit.
With a murder on my mind my mind on the homicide,
And my watch said they time.
Somebody gotta die, line.
page, column nine.
Headline: Columbine.
I plan and plot and strategized, and about it.
Loaded up 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 nigga by his throat and fuckin' cut it and thought nothin' of it.
It's insanity.
a murderous 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.
Woke up bloody as fuck in the lobby.
filled with adrenaline.
Not rememberin I did to get all this blood on my fuckin' Timberlands.
Cop's I did what to him?
Showin me pictures of cut-up bitches, members with body parts missin.
Listen, I do shit, I don't know shit.
Man, I don't give a about that bitch.
whatever she said, fuck whatever she saw, it wasn't me.
Oh no no, not me.
to the alibi.
I was at the movies, Avatar shit,
With 3-D glasses on,
And that shit 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 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, surrounded by snakes, and AR's.
Some niggas hard to play, some niggas hard
But that house there, don't go in they yard
simple insanity.
Just a fantasy.
It's insanity.
Just a murderous of mine.
(Man, I like killin me a mother fucka.)

Beware of dark shit, 'em through the fence
Tough offensive men couldn't stop the blitz.
Them inside, a couple kittens
And this right here, riddance.
fuck 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, to God I won't hit your chest.
Now here I straight outta drum, headed for your lungs.
You in my sight.
The one didn't do it right,
And I'm waitin.
Just at you.
Thinkin about it and 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 open up muthafuckin mouth.
insanity.
Just a fantasy.
insanity.
Just a murderous of mine.
(Now I feel like killin me a fucka.)