Luyện nghe bài hát Homicide

This for my man yo, up
"I got a 187 on the of Farmers boulevard 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 ain't got nothin' to say

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

He used to mow the lawn, take the out
Now she in the closet wit a in her mouth
a chain, copped some crills
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 killer peeped him out flashin' a knot
A well murderer, check the ill plot

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Central, the cat has rescued"

In the ghetto black men are at alarmin' rates
the street is like enterin' a sweepstakes
You know if you gon win or lose
We walk around confused and totally abused

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

Queens finest, but one minus
The on the battlefield that got left behind us
I'm and tired of goin' to wakes
'Cuz niggas never the same in the casket

It's bugged out, they skin like plastic
I tears, but use shades to mask it
"Mr. Media," where was you at when my man
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

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