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

This shit deep.
Don't with me.
You end up six deep.
to how I did it.
I up slow on Willow.
Thinkin' climbin' through the fuckin' window.
In the backseat, burners.
Ski mask, body bag, tape, and a pillow.
In the solo.
Sittin' low with the out.
like Manson on some Sonny Sam shit.
With a murder on my mind that my on the homicide,
And my said they outta time.
gotta die, bottom line.
Front page, nine.
Another 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 love it.
Took this by his throat and fuckin' cut it and thought nothin' of it.
It's insanity.
Just a fantasy.
It's insanity.
Just a fantasy of mine.
(Man, I feel like killin me a fucka.)

Last night, I must've had a blast up bodies.
Woke up bloody as fuck in the lobby.
Body filled adrenaline.
Not rememberin what I did to get all blood on my fuckin' Timberlands.
Cop's sayin I did what to
Showin me of cut-up bitches, disfigured members with body parts missin.
Listen, I ain't do shit, I know shit.
Man, I give a fuck about that bitch.
Fuck 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,
them 3-D glasses on,
And shit longer than mother fucka.
at my pocket, get the tickets though.
my alibi, bitch.
Now up?
out the cuffs, now I'm back on the outside,
And headed west 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, some niggas hard
But that right 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, shot 'em the fence
offensive line men couldn't stop the blitz.
Them inside, a couple kittens
And right here, good riddance.
Nigga fuck around, it's suicide for
the mind of a bullet
Here I come I can smell the flesh for your head or neck.
Nigga, to God I won't hit your chest.
Now here I come straight outta drum, 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 it gotta 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 killin me a fucka.)