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 Columbine in the ghetto 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
her to death so she don't scream no more
He need white chocolate, he feel it in his bones
He heard she refinanced and got a loan

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Conspiracy theories, talkin' shit
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 was jet black

Pretty Jamacian kept doin his
Him and his older brother got caught up in a
Out on bail, pressure by the feds, he caught in the head
What around, comes back around
Nigga rest in when they lay ya down

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

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

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

"Central, the cat has rescued"

In the ghetto black men are dyin' at rates
Walkin' the street is enterin' a sweepstakes
You know if you gon win or lose
We walk around confused and totally abused

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

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

It's like the killer hit the suburbs
I hear 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, just a
It's a, homicide, just a

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