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 this in a disrespectful way
But Columbine happens in the ghetto day
When the shit down y'all 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 no more
He some white chocolate, he feel it in his bones
He she refinanced and got a bank 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 pipe in his windpipe, like a drill

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

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

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

Niggas said Buns came lookin' strange
Yeah, Buns stay in his lane
Aight, Buns ghetto fame
And caught two in the Ukraine at point range

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

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

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

He was from Brooklyn, and I don't know the
I met him at the flicks he commented on my
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 me, lookin' so clean, and livin' so filthy
I heard his right hand man
They found his in the street somewhere

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

Pretty kept doin his thing
Him and his older brother got caught up in a
Out on bail, pressure by the feds, he caught in the head
What around, comes back around
rest 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"

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It's a, homicide, just a

I don't this 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 black men are at alarmin' rates
Walkin' the is like enterin' a sweepstakes
You never know if you gon win or
We walk around confused and totally abused

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

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

bugged out, they skin 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 related

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

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