Luyện nghe bài hát Homicide

This for my man yo, up
"I got a 187 on the of Farmers boulevard in Linden"
"Uh, related?"
"The usual"

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

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

Run around frontin', buyin' his mens
Gassed a up so she can help her rent a whip
The other 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' and I'ma put in work

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

Niggas said Buns came through strange
Yeah, won't 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
a, homicide, just a homicide

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

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

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

He was from Brooklyn, and I don't know the
I met him at the he commented on my rocks
We rolled back to back, while I was raps
He was slingin' crack, I was seventeen by the stacks

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

theories, niggas talkin' shit
Small world, I was close to his right man's chick
She beepin' him he never called back
When they found him in the trunk his 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 when they lay ya down

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

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

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

"Central, the cat has rescued"

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

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

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

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

like until the killer hit the suburbs
I ain't nothin', not a word
"Mr. Media," help us light on these homicides
Not just Columbine, but all the

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

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