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.
'bout climbin' 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 watch said outta time.
gotta die, bottom line.
Front page, nine.
Headline: Columbine.
I plan and and strategized, and thought 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 knees, but I'm still gettin' fucking ugly.
I love it.
Took this nigga by his throat and fuckin' cut it and nothin' of it.
simple insanity.
Just a fantasy.
It's insanity.
a murderous fantasy of mine.
(Man, I like killin me a mother fucka.)

night, I must've had a blast choppin up bodies.
Woke up bloody as fuck in the lobby.
filled with adrenaline.
Not rememberin what I did to get all this 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 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 that shit longer than fucka.
at my pocket, get the tickets though.
my alibi, bitch.
Now up?
out the cuffs, now I'm back on the outside,
And west where Homicide reside.
my nigga.
He live on 1st and 48th right next to the white in between the yellow tape,
the black gate.
Rottwielers and pitbulls, by snakes, AK's and AR's.
Some niggas hard to play, some niggas play
But that house right there, go in they yard
It's insanity.
Just a fantasy.
simple insanity.
Just a murderous of mine.
(Man, I feel like killin me a fucka.)

Beware of dark shit, 'em through the fence
Tough offensive men couldn't stop the blitz.
Them niggas inside, a kittens
And this here, good riddance.
Nigga fuck around, suicide for instance
the mind of a bullet
Here I come I can smell the flesh aimin' for your or neck.
Nigga, pray to God I hit your chest.
Now here I come straight outta drum, headed for lungs.
You in my sight.
The last one do it right,
And I'm waitin.
lookin at you.
Thinkin 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 open up your mouth.
insanity.
Just a fantasy.
insanity.
Just a murderous of mine.
(Now I feel like me a mother fucka.)