Luyện nghe bài hát Murder Follows Me

When I sit
Thank to
How fucked up
The has become
It like violence, is the only things us mothafuckas know now days
time I turn around
Everywhere I
anotha mothafucka killin' anotha mothafucka
And that's mothafuckin' fucked up shit, mothafucka (Mothafuckin right)
follows me wherever I go

Just the day
shot they school up
At least what I been hearing everytime I turn the news up
My momma said there'd be shit like this
I never it
and hit on my blunt and reminisce
Now I ask
Is there a way to it stop
A way to the gats not pop
And is it
For me to live the way I to live
For me to get what I to get
And give all that I need to
My getting major by the second
That fool that his whole school up
Just eleven (Whaaa?)
And ain't no even thinkin' bout it
And for that I hope that every time you sleep you a dream about it
Up in my hood it's like a
If somebody got a problem with
don't last long
I 'em dyin' every god damn day
And the worst about it
I think it's shit
I say it
So a...
Every day of my
Is like man meets the sun
I need to be someone
I won't go 2 days without fillin' graves
Drag 'em in the
My caves
I kill a bitch and hide in my trunk
if they come and find me
I will cry a punk
I just look the camera
And say mamma I'm
But it's all your
You bought me Atari
follows me
Everywhere that I
Psychopathic
Boy, we never to learn
I just attract mad
Wit my black and black chucks
And up
Since I'm strictly givin' no
on my tail
I think I'm gonna last
I'ma leave my lip
Than ass
If I get
I resist that dance
With the
I'm on another
Underneath the
I'm a thang that go bump in the night
And that bump be the back of your off a lead pipe (a lead pipe)
I'm relaxed good
Knowin' I'ma mothafuckin' menace to my

I it, break it down, and analyze it
Manslaughter, one, murder two, can't hide it
Everywhere I go try and take me
Pistol out my pocket, and I cock it and make 'em
And I go
It's the third body
This how I killin'
Won't go
I leave trails every time I down the street
hoes and dealers stretched out bloody
Leave no
And the cops is paid off
Ain't to see incarceration
you soft
16 in the
One in the jello
Maybe all in my brain
But it seems like follows

crazy in the ghetto
Every motha day
A nigga on
Now I gotta a way
Ta get on my feet
Gotta Lil' Shank up
Walkin' to the
Saw get throat cut
Blood out
As the nigga started
Ain't shit a could do
I kept (damn)
Got to the
Then I put the in
The homie told me me at 9
We get to
Get my on
Headed back on the
Got to tha
See anotha sucka get
like he caught heat from an AK
Semi-auto aint no escape bullets spray
The brotha took like six in the chest (damn)
One straight shot lay the little kid to
And the little gots ta look about ten (shit)
Somebody got to tell her I'ma never see her

Everywhere we go from the suburbs to the hoods of the
Where the lil' grow
I used to be a lil' nigga
And quick
insisted that they focus on my mothafuckin' wealth
All I had was my (WOOF)
And my ma's kept it
Tell me, "Shank do momma and do somthin' with ya life"
waste your time tryin' to be anotha useless thug
Or up like your 'causein tryin' to sell some drugs
Your the one left in this family tree
Anotha year
Now my 53
And ain't a damn thing changed in my at all
Stickin' for they paper
Make my a cap tall
And a mothafucka catch a slug in his chest
He not a
If he was, he had a fuckin' vest
I got time to consider
The right to do
the right thing to do don't always pay for bills and food (echoed)