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 with a problem, they be over dead people.
Muthafuckin' people.

shit gets deep.
Don't fuck me.
You end up six deep.
to how I did it.
I up slow 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 the lights out.
Feelin' like Manson on Sonny Sam shit.
With a murder on my mind my mind on the homicide,
And my watch said outta time.
Somebody die, bottom line.
page, column nine.
Headline: Columbine.
I plan and and strategized, and thought about it.
up everything in the closet.
My is to get bloody.
can beg and plead, yell 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 throat and cut it and thought nothin' of it.
It's insanity.
a murderous fantasy.
It's insanity.
Just a fantasy of mine.
(Man, I feel like killin me a fucka.)

Last night, I must've had a choppin up bodies.
Woke up bloody as in the hospital lobby.
Body filled adrenaline.
Not what I did to get all this blood on my fuckin' Timberlands.
Cop's I did what to him?
Showin me of cut-up bitches, disfigured members with body 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 whatever she saw, it me.
Oh no no, not me.
to the alibi.
I was at the movies, Avatar shit,
With them 3-D on,
And that shit longer 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 west where 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, by snakes, AK's and AR's.
niggas hard to play, some niggas play hard
But that right there, don't go in they yard
simple insanity.
Just a fantasy.
simple insanity.
Just a fantasy of mine.
(Man, I feel killin me a mother fucka.)

Beware of dark shit, shot 'em through the
Tough offensive men couldn't stop the blitz.
Them inside, a couple kittens
And right here, good riddance.
Nigga fuck around, it's for instance
Picture the mind of a
Here I I can smell the flesh aimin' for your head or neck.
Nigga, to God I won't hit your chest.
Now here I come outta drum, headed for your lungs.
You in my sight.
The last one do it right,
And I'm waitin.
Just at you.
Thinkin about it and gettin of lookin at you.
Hi, daddy, me?
Goodbye, daddy, is what it gotta be.
You brought me in world, now I'm takin you out.
Now you open up muthafuckin mouth.
insanity.
Just a fantasy.
insanity.
Just a fantasy of mine.
(Now I feel killin me a mother fucka.)