Luyện nghe bài hát Homicide

This for my man yo, up
"I got a 187 on the corner of Farmers in Linden"
"Uh, related?"
"The usual"

I don't mean in a disrespectful way
But Columbine happens in the every day
When the shit goes down ain't got nothin' to say

He kicked the old door in, threw her on the floor
Choked her to death so she don't scream no
He need some chocolate, he feel it in his bones
He heard she and got a bank loan

He used to mow the lawn, take the out
Now she in the closet wit a sock in her
Copped a chain, copped some
Crack pipe in his windpipe, twistin' like a

Run around frontin', buyin' his kicks
a broad up so she can help her rent a whip
The other killer peeped him out flashin' a
A well known murderer, the ill plot

Call up Corey Buns, get him on the
Niggas gotta eat, plus he a lot
He came through, straight strip
He said I'm back and I'ma put in work

Niggas him, ayo leave that shit alone
But pride mixed with crack, had him in a
Prepared for more shit than
bloodshot through a Cardier lens

Niggas said Buns came lookin' strange
Yeah, won't stay in his lane
Aight, want ghetto fame
And two in the Ukraine at point blank range

It's a, homicide, a homicide
It's a, homicide, just a
a, homicide, just a homicide
It's a, homicide, a homicide

It's a, homicide, a homicide
It's a, homicide, a homicide
It's a, homicide, a homicide
a, homicide, just a homicide

I don't this in a disrespectful way
But Columbine in the ghetto every day
When the shit goes down y'all got nothin' to say

Jamaician cat, real
Used to smuggle burners up from
Had the ill out in Rosedale
the money from the trunk and copped a fishscale

Chinese Jamacian, pretty nigga
Love puffin' blunts, throwin' in the river
One of the illest niggas the world ever saw
Used to take loaded nines and 'em on the floor

He was Brooklyn, and I don't know the block
I met him at the he commented on my rocks
We back to back, while I was slingin' raps
He was slingin' crack, I was seventeen by the stacks

with dangerous niggas and packin' gats
Uh, the shit thrill me, lookin' so clean, and livin' so
I heard his hand man disappeared
They his bike in the street somewhere

Conspiracy theories, talkin' shit
Small world, I was close to his hand man's chick
She kept beepin' him he called back
When found him in the trunk his body was jet black

Pretty Jamacian kept doin his
Him and his brother got caught up in a sting
Out on bail, pressure by the feds, he seven in the head
What goes around, comes around
Nigga rest in peace they lay ya down

"Uh, central, officer, your is requested
We have a major here
Mrs.Winthrop's cat is in a tree"
"Roger, a car is on the way"

It's a, homicide, just a
It's a, homicide, just a
It's a, homicide, just a
It's a, homicide, a homicide

I don't mean in a disrespectful way
But happens in the ghetto every day
When this shit goes down y'all ain't got to say

"Central, the cat has rescued"

In the ghetto men are dyin' at alarmin' rates
Walkin' the street is like enterin' a
You never know if you gon win or
We walk around feelin confused and totally

Can't front, I'ma millionaire livin' a king
feenin' for that shrimp, fried rice and chicken wings
Still feenin' for the vibe, only the ghetto
Pumpin' songs of pain real niggas sing

finest, but there's one minus
The bodies on the battlefield that got left us
I'm sick and of goin' to wakes
'Cuz never look the same in the casket

It's bugged out, they skin look like
I shed tears, but use shades to it
"Mr. Media," where was you at my man died
it was classified a drug related homicide

It's like the killer hit the suburbs
I hear nothin', not a word
"Mr. Media," help us shed light on homicides
Not just Columbine, but all the

a, homicide, just a homicide
It's a, homicide, a homicide
It's a, homicide, just a
It's a, homicide, a homicide

a, homicide, just a homicide
It's a, homicide, just a
It's a, homicide, a homicide
It's a, homicide, a homicide