Luyện nghe bài hát People

in my pocket.
in my wallet.
If you talkin' my profit,
All I see is people.
All I see is people.
You starve so when my tryna make a couple dollars,
Any nigga with a problem, they be dyin' dead people.
dead people.

This shit deep.
Don't with me.
You end up six deep.
to how I did it.
I crept up on Willow.
Thinkin' 'bout through the fuckin' window.
In the backseat, burners.
Ski mask, body bag, tape, and a pillow.
In the solo.
Sittin' low the lights out.
like Manson on some Sonny Sam shit.
With a murder on my mind my mind on the homicide,
And my said they outta time.
Somebody gotta die, line.
Front page, nine.
Headline: Columbine.
I plan and and strategized, and thought about it.
Loaded up in the closet.
My is to get bloody.
can beg and plead, yell and scream.
Try to leave, get in cheese, pray to God on they knees, but I'm still fucking ugly.
I love it.
this nigga by his throat and fuckin' cut it and thought nothin' of it.
It's insanity.
a murderous fantasy.
It's insanity.
Just a fantasy of mine.
(Man, I feel like killin me a fucka.)

Last night, I must've had a choppin up bodies.
Woke up as fuck in the hospital lobby.
Body with adrenaline.
Not what I did to get all this blood on my fuckin' Timberlands.
Cop's sayin I did what to
Showin me pictures of cut-up bitches, disfigured with body parts missin.
Listen, I do shit, I don't know shit.
Man, I give a fuck about that bitch.
Fuck whatever she said, whatever she saw, it wasn't me.
Oh no no, not me.
to the alibi.
I was at the movies, that shit,
With them 3-D on,
And shit longer than mother fucka.
at my pocket, get the tickets though.
my alibi, bitch.
Now up?
Fresh out the cuffs, now I'm on the outside,
And headed where Homicide reside.
my nigga.
He live on 1st and right next to the white chalk in between the yellow tape,
the black gate.
Rottwielers and pitbulls, by snakes, AK's and AR's.
niggas hard to play, some niggas play hard
But that house there, don't go in they yard
It's insanity.
a murderous fantasy.
It's insanity.
Just a murderous of mine.
(Man, I feel killin me a mother fucka.)

Beware of dark shit, 'em through the fence
Tough line men couldn't stop the blitz.
Them inside, a couple kittens
And right here, good riddance.
fuck around, it's suicide for instance
Picture the of a bullet
Here I I can smell the flesh aimin' for your head or neck.
Nigga, pray to God I won't hit chest.
Now here I straight outta drum, headed for your lungs.
You in my sight.
The last one do it right,
And I'm waitin.
Just at you.
about it and gettin tired of lookin at you.
Hi, daddy, me?
Goodbye, daddy, is what it gotta be.
You brought me in this world, now I'm you out.
Now you up your muthafuckin mouth.
insanity.
Just a fantasy.
insanity.
Just a fantasy of mine.
(Now I feel like me a mother fucka.)