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 mean this in a disrespectful way
But Columbine happens in the every day
When the shit goes y'all ain't got nothin' to say

He the old lady's door in, threw her on the floor
her to death so she don't scream no more
He need some white chocolate, he it in his bones
He heard she refinanced and got a loan

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

Run frontin', buyin' his mens kicks
Gassed a up so she can help her rent a whip
The killer peeped him out flashin' a knot
A well murderer, check the ill plot

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

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

Niggas Buns came through lookin' strange
Yeah, Buns won't in his lane
Aight, Buns want ghetto
And caught two in the Ukraine at point range

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

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

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

Chinese Jamacian, real nigga
Love blunts, throwin' bodies in the river
One of the niggas that the world ever saw
Used to take loaded nines and throw 'em on the

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

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

Conspiracy theories, niggas shit
Small world, I was to his right hand man's chick
She kept him he never called back
When they found him in the his body was jet black

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

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

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

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

"Central, the cat has rescued"

In the ghetto black men are dyin' at alarmin'
Walkin' the is like enterin' a sweepstakes
You never if you gon win or lose
We walk around feelin confused and abused

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

Queens finest, but there's one
The bodies on the that got left behind us
I'm sick and tired of to wakes
'Cuz niggas never look the same in the

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

It's like until the killer hit the
I ain't nothin', not a word
"Mr. Media," help us shed light on these
Not Columbine, but all the time

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

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