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 happens in the every day
When the shit goes down ain't got nothin' to say

He kicked the old lady's door in, threw her on the
her to death so she don't 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 closet wit a in her mouth
Copped a chain, copped some
Crack pipe in his windpipe, twistin' a drill

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

Call up Corey Buns, get him on the
Niggas gotta eat, plus he a lot
He came through, 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
Prepared for shit than Depends
Eyes bloodshot a Cardier lens

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

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

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

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

Jamaician cat, real
Used to smuggle burners up Texas
Had the ill out in Rosedale
Took the from 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 know the
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 fascinated by the stacks

Runnin' 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
world, I was close to his right hand man's chick
She kept beepin' him he called back
they found him in the trunk his body was jet black

Pretty kept 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
What goes around, back around
Nigga rest in peace when lay ya down

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

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

"Central, the cat has rescued"

In the ghetto men are dyin' at alarmin' rates
Walkin' the street is like enterin' a
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 for that shrimp, fried rice and chicken wings
Still for the vibe, only the ghetto bring
songs of pain only real niggas sing

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

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

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

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

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