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

This gets deep.
Don't 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, body bag, tape, and a pillow.
In the solo.
Sittin' low the lights out.
like Manson on some Sonny Sam shit.
With a murder on my that my mind on the homicide,
And my watch said they time.
Somebody gotta die, line.
page, column nine.
Headline: 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, to God on they knees, but I'm still gettin' fucking ugly.
I love it.
Took this by his throat and fuckin' cut it and thought nothin' of it.
simple insanity.
Just a fantasy.
simple insanity.
Just a murderous of mine.
(Man, I feel killin me a mother fucka.)

Last night, I must've had a blast up bodies.
Woke up 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 with body parts missin.
Listen, I do shit, I don't know shit.
Man, I don't give a fuck 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, that shit,
With 3-D glasses on,
And that longer than mother fucka.
at my pocket, get the tickets 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,
Behind the gate.
and pitbulls, surrounded by snakes, AK's and AR's.
Some niggas hard to play, some play hard
But that house right there, don't go in they
It's insanity.
Just a fantasy.
It's insanity.
Just a murderous of mine.
(Man, I like killin me a mother fucka.)

Beware of dark shit, shot 'em through the
Tough offensive line men stop the blitz.
Them niggas inside, a kittens
And right here, good riddance.
Nigga fuck around, it's for instance
Picture the of a bullet
Here I come I can smell the flesh aimin' for your or neck.
Nigga, pray to God I hit your chest.
Now here I come straight drum, headed 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 of lookin at you.
Hi, daddy, me?
Goodbye, daddy, is what it gotta be.
You brought me in world, now I'm takin you out.
Now you open up muthafuckin mouth.
insanity.
Just a fantasy.
insanity.
Just a murderous of mine.
(Now I feel like me a mother fucka.)