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 mean 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 kicked the old lady's in, threw her on the floor
Choked her to death so she scream no more
He need some chocolate, he feel it in his bones
He heard she and got a bank loan

He to mow the lawn, take the garbage out
Now she in the wit a sock in her mouth
Copped a chain, copped crills
Crack in his windpipe, twistin' like a drill

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

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

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

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

a, homicide, just a homicide
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a, homicide, just a homicide
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

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

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

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

He was from Brooklyn, and I don't know the
I met him at the he commented on my rocks
We rolled 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 me, lookin' 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 hand man's chick
She kept beepin' him he never back
they found him in the trunk his body was jet black

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

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

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

"Central, the cat has rescued"

In the ghetto men are dyin' at alarmin' rates
the street is like enterin' a sweepstakes
You know if you gon win or lose
We walk around confused and totally abused

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

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

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

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

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