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 tryna a couple dollars,
Any nigga a problem, they be dyin' over dead people.
dead people.

This shit deep.
fuck with me.
You end up six deep.
to how I did it.
I crept up on Willow.
Thinkin' 'bout climbin' the fuckin' window.
In the backseat, burners.
Ski mask, bag, duct tape, and a pillow.
In the solo.
low with the lights 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.
Somebody gotta die, line.
page, column nine.
Headline: Columbine.
I plan and plot and strategized, and about it.
up everything in the closet.
My is to get bloody.
They can beg and plead, and scream.
Try to leave, get in cheese, pray to God on they knees, but I'm still 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 fantasy of mine.
(Man, I like killin me a mother fucka.)

Last night, I must've had a choppin up bodies.
Woke up as fuck in the hospital lobby.
filled with adrenaline.
Not rememberin I did to get all this blood on my fuckin' Timberlands.
Cop's sayin I did to him?
Showin me pictures of cut-up bitches, members with body parts missin.
Listen, I ain't do shit, I know shit.
Man, I don't give a fuck about bitch.
whatever she said, fuck whatever 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 that shit than mother fucka.
Look at my pocket, get the though.
my alibi, bitch.
Now up?
out the cuffs, now I'm back on the outside,
And headed west where reside.
my nigga.
He on 1st and 48th right next to the white chalk in between the yellow tape,
Behind the gate.
Rottwielers and pitbulls, by snakes, AK's and AR's.
Some niggas to play, some niggas play hard
But that house right there, don't go in they
It's insanity.
Just a fantasy.
It's insanity.
Just a murderous of mine.
(Man, I feel like killin me a fucka.)

Beware of dark shit, 'em through the fence
Tough offensive line men couldn't the blitz.
Them inside, a couple kittens
And this here, good riddance.
Nigga around, it's suicide for instance
Picture the of a bullet
Here I come I can smell the flesh aimin' for your 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 one didn't do it right,
And I'm waitin.
lookin at you.
Thinkin about it and tired of lookin at you.
Hi, daddy, me?
Goodbye, daddy, this is what it be.
You me in this world, now I'm takin you out.
Now you up your muthafuckin mouth.
insanity.
Just a fantasy.
insanity.
Just a murderous of mine.
(Now I feel like me a mother fucka.)