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 make a dollars,
Any nigga with a problem, they be over dead people.
dead people.

This gets deep.
fuck with me.
You end up six deep.
to how I did it.
I crept up on Willow.
Thinkin' climbin' through 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 Manson on some Sam shit.
With a murder on my mind that my on the homicide,
And my said they outta time.
Somebody die, bottom line.
Front page, nine.
Headline: Columbine.
I plan and plot and strategized, and thought 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 fuckin' it.
Took this nigga by his throat and fuckin' cut it and thought of it.
simple insanity.
Just a fantasy.
It's insanity.
Just a fantasy of mine.
(Man, I feel killin me a mother fucka.)

Last night, I must've had a choppin up bodies.
Woke up bloody as in the hospital lobby.
filled with adrenaline.
Not what I did to get all this blood on my fuckin' Timberlands.
sayin I did what to him?
Showin me pictures of cut-up bitches, disfigured members with body missin.
Listen, I ain't do shit, I don't shit.
Man, I don't give a fuck about 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, Avatar shit,
them 3-D glasses on,
And that shit 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 west Homicide reside.
my nigga.
He live on 1st and 48th next to the white chalk in between the yellow tape,
Behind the gate.
Rottwielers and pitbulls, surrounded by snakes, and AR's.
Some niggas hard to play, some niggas hard
But that right there, don't go in they yard
It's insanity.
Just a fantasy.
It's insanity.
a murderous fantasy of mine.
(Man, I feel like killin me a fucka.)

Beware of dark shit, shot 'em through the
Tough offensive line men stop the blitz.
niggas inside, a couple kittens
And right here, good riddance.
Nigga around, it's suicide for instance
the mind of a bullet
Here I come I can smell the aimin' for your head or neck.
Nigga, pray to God I won't hit chest.
Now here I come 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 gettin of lookin at you.
Hi, daddy, me?
Goodbye, daddy, this is 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 fantasy of mine.
(Now I feel killin me a mother fucka.)