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 goes down 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 some white chocolate, he feel it in his bones
He heard she 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 some
Crack 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 killer peeped him out a knot
A known murderer, check the ill plot

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

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

said Buns came through lookin' strange
Yeah, Buns stay in his lane
Aight, Buns ghetto fame
And caught two in the at point blank range

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

I mean this 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 smuggle burners up Texas
Had the ill out in Rosedale
Took the money the trunk and copped a fishscale

Chinese Jamacian, pretty nigga
Love puffin' blunts, throwin' bodies in the
One of the illest niggas that the 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 he commented on my rocks
We rolled back to back, I was slingin' raps
He was slingin' crack, I was seventeen fascinated by the

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

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

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

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

I don't mean this in a way
But Columbine in the ghetto 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 street is enterin' 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 feenin' for that shrimp, rice and chicken wings
Still feenin' for the vibe, only the ghetto
Pumpin' songs of pain only real sing

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

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

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

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