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 happens in the ghetto day
the shit goes down y'all ain't got nothin' to say

He the old lady's door in, threw her on the floor
Choked her to death so she don't scream no
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
Copped a chain, some crills
Crack pipe in his windpipe, twistin' a drill

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was from Brooklyn, and I know the block
I met him at the flicks he commented on my
We rolled to back, while I was slingin' raps
He was crack, I was seventeen fascinated by the stacks

Runnin' with dangerous niggas and gats
Uh, the thrill me, lookin' 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 close to his right hand chick
She kept him he never called back
When found him in the trunk his body was jet black

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

"Uh, central, officer, your is requested
We have a major here
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 this in a way
But happens 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 dyin' at rates
the street is like enterin' a sweepstakes
You never know if you gon win or
We around feelin confused and totally abused

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

Queens finest, but one minus
The bodies on the battlefield that got left us
I'm sick and tired of to wakes
'Cuz niggas look the same in the casket

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

It's like the killer hit the suburbs
I hear nothin', not a word
"Mr. Media," help us shed on these homicides
Not just Columbine, but all the

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

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