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

He kicked the old lady's door in, threw her on the
Choked her to death so she don't scream no
He need some white chocolate, he 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 some
Crack pipe in his windpipe, twistin' a drill

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 known murderer, check the ill

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

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

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

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

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

Chinese Jamacian, real pretty
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 don't the block
I met him at the flicks he on my rocks
We rolled back to back, while I was slingin'
He was crack, I was seventeen fascinated by the stacks

with dangerous niggas and packin' gats
Uh, the thrill me, lookin' 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 hand man's chick
She kept beepin' him he called back
When they found him in the trunk his body was jet

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

"Uh, central, officer, your assistance is
We a major crisis 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
a, homicide, just a homicide
It's a, homicide, a homicide

I mean this in a disrespectful way
But Columbine in the ghetto every day
this 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 like a sweepstakes
You know if you gon win or lose
We walk around feelin confused and abused

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

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

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

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

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

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