Luyện nghe bài hát I Thought About Killing You (Original Version)

I know, I know, I know, I know,
I know, I know, I know, I know,
I, I know it, I it

The most thoughts are always besides the darkest
Today I thought about killing you
I contemplated, murder
And I think about killing
And I love myself way than I love you, so
I thought about killing you
Premeditated
You'd only care to kill somebody you love
The most beautiful thoughts are always inside the
(Mhm—mhm—mhm—mhm—mhmm)

Just say it out to see how it feels
say "don't say this, don't say that"
Just say it out loud, just to see how it
Weigh all the options, nothing's off the
Today I thought killing you
murder
I about killing myself
And I, I love way more than I love you
The most beautiful thoughts are besides the darkest
(Mhm—mhm—mhm—mhm—mhm—mhm—mhm—mhm—mhmm)

I think this is the part where I'm supposed to say good
To compensate it so it doesn't off bad
But sometimes I really bad things
Really,
bad things

And I myself way more than I love you
See, if I was trying to relate it to more
I'd say I'm struggling with loving myself
Because that seems a common theme
But not the case here
I love myself way than I love you
And I about killing myself
So, best believe, I thought about killing you
murder

I up my loved ones, I called up my cousins
I called up the Muslims, said I'm to go dumb
Get so it's no sun, get so loud I hear none
Screamed so loud got no lungs, so bad I go numb
Time to bring in the drums, prrt-pum-pum-pum
Set the Newtone on 'em, set the off on 'em
I need rum, I taste coke on her tongue
I don't with no one, they'll say he die so young
I done had a bad case of too bad days
Got too many bad
Used the floor for
I don't do halfway, I'ma clear the cache
I'ma make my last, put that on my last name
It's a different type of rules we obey
Ye, Ye, Ye season, nigga, we
We was all born to die, DOA
Niggas say hero, mhm
I don't see no
Mhm, I don't see no, mhm,
I see no, mhm, mhm
If I wasn't shining so hard, be no shade
Buckwheat ass nigga, it's 'gon be

Young shit, nigga, we don't age
I thought I was my Deebo ways
Even I went broke
I break
How you hate? Nigga, we go way back
To when I had the and you had the wave cap
Drop a pimp of the and I'm on my way ASAP
Don't get in the mouth
You homie don't play that
Pay the fire marshal
'Cause shit done got way packed
They see me go ape (ape, ape)
All you gotta do is on Ye
All you gotta do is on Ye
Don't get your chipped like Frito-Lay