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 mean this in a disrespectful way
But Columbine happens in the 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
her to death so she don't scream no more
He some white chocolate, he feel it in his bones
He heard she refinanced and got a bank

He used to mow the lawn, take the out
Now she in the closet wit a sock in her
Copped a chain, copped some
pipe in his windpipe, twistin' like a drill

Run around frontin', his mens kicks
Gassed a broad up so she can 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 eat, plus he front a lot
He came through, straight strip
He I'm comin' back and I'ma put in work

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

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

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

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

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

Jamacian, real pretty nigga
Love puffin' blunts, bodies in the river
One of the illest niggas the world ever 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 commented on my
We rolled to back, while I was slingin' raps
He was slingin' crack, I was seventeen fascinated by the

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

Conspiracy theories, niggas shit
world, I was close to his right hand man's chick
She kept beepin' him he never back
When they found him in the his body was jet black

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

"Uh, central, officer, your is requested
We have a crisis here
Mrs.Winthrop's cat is in a tree"
"Roger, a car is on the way"

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

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

"Central, the cat has rescued"

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

Can't front, I'ma millionaire like a king
Still feenin' for that shrimp, rice and chicken wings
Still for the vibe, only the ghetto bring
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, skin look like plastic
I shed tears, but use to mask 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 nothin', not a word
"Mr. Media," us shed light 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, just a
It's a, homicide, a homicide
It's a, homicide, a homicide
a, homicide, just a homicide