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 in the ghetto every day
When the shit goes down ain't got nothin' to say

He kicked the old lady's door in, her on the floor
her to death so she don't scream no more
He some white chocolate, he feel it in his bones
He heard she 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
Crack in his windpipe, twistin' like a drill

Run around frontin', buyin' his kicks
Gassed a up so she can help her rent a whip
The other killer peeped him out a knot
A well known murderer, the ill plot

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

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

Niggas said Buns came lookin' strange
Yeah, Buns won't stay in his
Aight, want ghetto fame
And caught two in the Ukraine at blank range

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Central, the cat has rescued"

In the ghetto men are dyin' at alarmin' rates
Walkin' the is like enterin' a sweepstakes
You never know if you gon win or
We walk around feelin and totally abused

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

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

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

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

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

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