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 in the ghetto every day
the shit goes down y'all ain't got nothin' to say

He the old lady's door in, threw her on the floor
Choked her to death so she don't no more
He need 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 sock in her
Copped a chain, copped crills
Crack pipe in his windpipe, twistin' like a

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chinese Jamacian, real nigga
Love blunts, throwin' bodies in the river
One of the niggas that the world ever saw
Used to loaded 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 back to back, while I was slingin' raps
He was crack, I was seventeen fascinated by the stacks

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

Conspiracy theories, niggas shit
Small world, I was close to his right hand chick
She kept beepin' him he called back
When they found him in the trunk his was jet black

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

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

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

"Central, the cat has rescued"

In the black men are dyin' at alarmin' rates
Walkin' the street is enterin' a sweepstakes
You never if you gon win or lose
We walk around feelin and totally abused

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

finest, but there's one minus
The bodies on the that got left behind us
I'm sick and tired of to wakes
niggas never look the same in the casket

It's bugged out, they look 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 killer hit the
I ain't hear nothin', not a
"Mr. Media," help us light on these homicides
Not Columbine, but all the time

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

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