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, they be over dead people.
dead people.

This gets deep.
Don't with me.
You end up six deep.
to how I did it.
I crept up 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.
like Manson on some Sonny Sam shit.
With a murder on my mind that my on the homicide,
And my watch said they time.
Somebody gotta die, line.
page, column nine.
Headline: Columbine.
I plan and plot and strategized, and thought it.
Loaded up 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 they knees, but I'm still gettin' ugly.
I fuckin' it.
Took 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 killin me a mother fucka.)

night, I must've had a blast choppin up bodies.
Woke up as fuck in the hospital lobby.
Body 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 do shit, I don't know shit.
Man, I don't give a fuck about bitch.
Fuck whatever she said, fuck whatever she saw, it me.
Oh no no, not me.
to the alibi.
I was at the movies, that shit,
them 3-D glasses on,
And that shit than mother fucka.
Look at my pocket, get the though.
my alibi, bitch.
Now up?
Fresh out the cuffs, now I'm on the outside,
And west where Homicide reside.
my nigga.
He live on 1st and 48th right to the white chalk in between the yellow tape,
the black gate.
Rottwielers and pitbulls, by snakes, AK's and AR's.
Some niggas hard to play, niggas play hard
But house right there, don't go in they yard
simple insanity.
Just a fantasy.
simple insanity.
Just a fantasy of mine.
(Man, I feel like killin me a fucka.)

Beware of dark shit, shot 'em through the
Tough offensive men couldn't stop the blitz.
Them niggas inside, a couple
And this right here, riddance.
Nigga around, it's suicide for instance
Picture the of a bullet
Here I come I can the flesh aimin' for your head or neck.
Nigga, pray to God I won't hit chest.
Now I come 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 gettin tired of 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 up your muthafuckin mouth.
insanity.
Just a fantasy.
insanity.
Just a murderous of mine.
(Now I like killin me a mother fucka.)