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 happens in the ghetto every day
When the shit goes down y'all got nothin' to say

He kicked the old lady's door in, her on the floor
Choked her to death so she scream no more
He need some chocolate, he feel it in his bones
He she refinanced and got a bank loan

He used to mow the lawn, the garbage out
Now she in the wit a sock in her mouth
Copped a chain, copped crills
Crack pipe in his windpipe, like a drill

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

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

told 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 through strange
Yeah, Buns won't in his lane
Aight, want ghetto fame
And caught two in the Ukraine at blank range

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

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

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

He was from Brooklyn, and I know the block
I met him at the he commented on my rocks
We rolled back to back, while I was raps
He was slingin' crack, I was fascinated by the stacks

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Central, the cat has rescued"

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

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

Queens finest, but there's one
The bodies on the battlefield that got behind us
I'm sick and tired of to wakes
'Cuz niggas look the same in the casket

It's bugged out, they look like plastic
I tears, but use shades to mask it
"Mr. Media," was you at when my man died
When it was classified a drug homicide

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

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

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