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

He kicked the old lady's door in, her on the floor
Choked her to death so she scream no more
He need some white chocolate, he feel it in his
He heard she 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 in his windpipe, twistin' like a drill

Run around frontin', buyin' his kicks
Gassed a up so she can help her rent a whip
The other 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 through, straight strip search
He I'm comin' back and I'ma put in work

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

Niggas said came through 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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It's a, homicide, a homicide
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It's a, homicide, just a

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

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

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

He was Brooklyn, and I don't know the block
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 seventeen by the stacks

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

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

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

"Uh, central, officer, assistance 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
It's a, homicide, just a

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

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

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

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

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

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

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