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 my momma tryna make a couple dollars,
Any nigga with a problem, they be dyin' 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' 'bout climbin' the fuckin' window.
In the backseat, burners.
Ski mask, bag, duct tape, and a pillow.
In the solo.
Sittin' low with the out.
Feelin' like Manson on Sonny Sam shit.
With a murder on my that my mind on the homicide,
And my watch they outta time.
Somebody gotta die, 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.
can beg and plead, yell and scream.
Try to leave, get in cheese, pray to God on they knees, but I'm still fucking ugly.
I fuckin' it.
this nigga 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 as fuck in the hospital lobby.
Body filled adrenaline.
Not rememberin I did to get all this blood on my fuckin' Timberlands.
sayin I did what to him?
Showin me pictures of bitches, disfigured members with body parts missin.
Listen, I do shit, I don't know 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,
With 3-D glasses on,
And shit longer 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.
and pitbulls, surrounded by snakes, AK's and AR's.
Some niggas to play, some niggas play hard
But that house right there, don't go in yard
simple insanity.
Just a fantasy.
It's insanity.
Just a fantasy of mine.
(Man, I feel like me a mother fucka.)

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