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

This shit deep.
Don't with me.
You end up six deep.
to how I did it.
I up slow on Willow.
Thinkin' 'bout climbin' 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.
a murder on my mind that my mind on the homicide,
And my watch said outta time.
Somebody die, bottom line.
Front page, nine.
Headline: Columbine.
I and plot and strategized, and thought about it.
Loaded up in the closet.
My is to get bloody.
They can beg and plead, 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 fuckin' cut it and nothin' of it.
simple insanity.
Just a fantasy.
simple insanity.
Just a murderous of mine.
(Man, I feel like killin me a fucka.)

Last night, I had a blast choppin up bodies.
Woke up bloody as in the hospital lobby.
Body filled adrenaline.
Not rememberin what I did to get all this blood on my Timberlands.
Cop's sayin I did what to
Showin me pictures of cut-up bitches, disfigured members with body missin.
Listen, I ain't do shit, I know shit.
Man, I give a fuck about 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 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 next to the white chalk in between the yellow tape,
the black gate.
Rottwielers and pitbulls, surrounded by snakes, and AR's.
niggas hard to play, some niggas play hard
But that house right there, don't go in they
simple insanity.
Just a fantasy.
simple insanity.
Just a fantasy of mine.
(Man, I like killin me a mother fucka.)

Beware of dark shit, 'em through the fence
Tough offensive line men stop the blitz.
Them niggas inside, a couple
And this here, good riddance.
Nigga fuck around, it's suicide for
Picture the of a bullet
Here I I can smell the flesh aimin' for your head or neck.
Nigga, pray to God I hit your chest.
Now here I come straight 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 what it 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 murderous of mine.
(Now I like killin me a mother fucka.)