Luyện nghe bài hát People

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

This gets deep.
Don't fuck 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, bag, duct tape, and a pillow.
In the solo.
Sittin' low with the out.
Feelin' like on some Sonny Sam shit.
a murder on my mind that my mind on the homicide,
And my said they outta time.
gotta die, bottom 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.
They can beg and plead, and scream.
Try to leave, get in cheese, to God on they knees, but I'm still gettin' fucking ugly.
I fuckin' it.
Took this nigga by his and fuckin' cut it and thought nothin' of it.
It's insanity.
Just a fantasy.
simple insanity.
Just a murderous of mine.
(Man, I feel like me a mother 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 I did what to him?
Showin me pictures of cut-up bitches, disfigured members with parts missin.
Listen, I ain't do shit, I know shit.
Man, I don't give a fuck that bitch.
Fuck whatever she said, fuck she saw, it wasn't me.
Oh no no, not me.
to the alibi.
I was at the movies, that shit,
With 3-D glasses 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 west where Homicide reside.
my nigga.
He live on 1st and 48th right next to the chalk in between the yellow tape,
Behind the gate.
Rottwielers and pitbulls, by snakes, AK's and AR's.
Some niggas hard to play, niggas play hard
But that house right there, don't go in yard
simple insanity.
Just a fantasy.
simple insanity.
Just a murderous of mine.
(Man, I feel killin me a mother fucka.)

Beware of dark shit, shot 'em through the
offensive line men couldn't stop the blitz.
Them niggas inside, a kittens
And right here, good riddance.
Nigga around, it's suicide for instance
Picture the mind of a
Here I come I can smell the flesh 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.
lookin at you.
Thinkin about it and gettin tired of at you.
Hi, daddy, me?
Goodbye, daddy, this is what it be.
You brought me in this world, now I'm you out.
Now you open up muthafuckin mouth.
insanity.
Just a fantasy.
insanity.
Just a fantasy of mine.
(Now I feel like killin me a fucka.)