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 ghetto day
When the shit goes y'all ain't got nothin' to say

He kicked the old door in, threw her on the floor
Choked her to death so she don't scream no
He need some white chocolate, he feel it in his
He she refinanced 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, some crills
pipe in his windpipe, twistin' like a drill

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was from Brooklyn, and I know the block
I met him at the flicks he on my rocks
We rolled back to back, while I was slingin'
He was slingin' crack, I was fascinated by the stacks

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

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

Jamacian kept doin his thing
Him and his older got caught up in a sting
Out on bail, by the feds, he caught seven in the head
What goes around, comes 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, a homicide
It's a, homicide, just a
a, homicide, just a homicide
It's a, homicide, just a

I don't this in a disrespectful way
But Columbine happens in the every day
When shit goes down 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 know if you gon win or
We walk around confused and totally abused

front, I'ma millionaire livin' like a king
Still feenin' for that shrimp, fried rice and chicken
feenin' for the vibe, only the ghetto bring
Pumpin' songs of only real niggas sing

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

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

It's like until the 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
It's a, homicide, a homicide
a, homicide, just a homicide
It's a, homicide, just a

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