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

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

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

Run around frontin', his mens kicks
Gassed a 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 Buns, get him on the block
Niggas gotta eat, he front a lot
He came through, straight strip
He said I'm comin' back and put in work

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pretty kept doin his thing
Him and his older got caught up in a sting
Out on bail, pressure by the feds, he caught in the head
goes around, comes back around
Nigga in peace when they lay ya down

"Uh, central, officer, assistance 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, a homicide
It's a, homicide, just a

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

"Central, the cat has rescued"

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

Can't front, I'ma millionaire livin' 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 one minus
The bodies on the battlefield that got left us
I'm sick and of goin' to wakes
'Cuz niggas look the same in the casket

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

It's until the killer hit the suburbs
I ain't hear nothin', not a
"Mr. Media," help us shed on these homicides
Not just Columbine, but all the

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

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