Luyện nghe bài hát Homicide

This for my man yo, up
"I got a 187 on the corner of boulevard in Linden"
"Uh, related?"
"The usual"

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

He kicked the old door in, threw her on the floor
Choked her to so she don't scream no more
He some white chocolate, he feel it in his bones
He heard she 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 crills
Crack in his windpipe, twistin' like a drill

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chinese Jamacian, pretty 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 he commented on my rocks
We back to back, while I was slingin' raps
He was slingin' crack, I was fascinated by the stacks

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

Conspiracy theories, talkin' shit
Small world, I was close to his right man's chick
She kept beepin' him he never called
they found him in the trunk 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 in the head
What goes around, comes around
Nigga rest in peace when they lay ya

"Uh, central, officer, your assistance is
We have a major crisis
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, a homicide

I don't this in a disrespectful way
But Columbine happens in the every day
When shit 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 enterin' a
You never if you gon win or lose
We walk around feelin and totally abused

Can't front, I'ma millionaire like a king
Still feenin' for that shrimp, fried rice and chicken
Still feenin' for the vibe, only the ghetto
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 goin' to
'Cuz niggas never the same in the casket

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

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

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