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 don't mean this in a way
But Columbine happens in the every day
When the 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 don't no more
He some white chocolate, he feel it in his bones
He she refinanced 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 some
Crack pipe in his windpipe, twistin' like a

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

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

told him, ayo leave that shit alone
But pride mixed crack, had him in a zone
Prepared for more shit Depends
Eyes through a Cardier lens

Niggas said Buns came through strange
Yeah, Buns stay in his lane
Aight, Buns want ghetto
And caught two in the Ukraine at point range

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

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

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

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

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

He was Brooklyn, and I don't know the block
I met him at the flicks he commented on my
We back to back, while I was slingin' raps
He was slingin' crack, I was seventeen fascinated by the

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

theories, niggas talkin' shit
Small world, I was to his right hand man's chick
She kept beepin' him he called back
When they found him in the trunk his was jet black

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

"Uh, central, officer, your assistance is
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 don't mean in a disrespectful 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 black men are dyin' at alarmin' rates
Walkin' the street is like a sweepstakes
You know if you gon win or lose
We walk around feelin and totally abused

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

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

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

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

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

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