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 my momma tryna make a couple dollars,
Any with a problem, they be dyin' over dead people.
dead people.

This gets 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.
low with the lights out.
Feelin' like Manson on Sonny Sam shit.
With a murder on my mind that my on the homicide,
And my watch said they time.
gotta die, bottom line.
Front page, nine.
Headline: Columbine.
I plan and plot and strategized, and thought it.
Loaded up 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 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.
It's insanity.
a murderous fantasy.
It's insanity.
Just a fantasy of mine.
(Man, I feel like me a mother fucka.)

night, I must've had a blast choppin up bodies.
Woke up as fuck in the hospital lobby.
Body filled adrenaline.
Not what I did to get all this blood on my fuckin' Timberlands.
Cop's sayin I did what to
Showin me pictures of cut-up bitches, disfigured members with parts missin.
Listen, I ain't do shit, I don't shit.
Man, I don't a fuck about that 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, that shit,
With them 3-D on,
And that shit longer 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 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, by snakes, AK's and AR's.
Some hard to play, some niggas play hard
But house right there, don't go in they yard
simple insanity.
Just a fantasy.
It's insanity.
Just a fantasy of mine.
(Man, I like killin me a mother fucka.)

Beware of dark shit, shot 'em through the
Tough offensive line men stop the blitz.
Them inside, a couple kittens
And right here, good riddance.
Nigga fuck around, it's for instance
the mind of a bullet
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 come straight drum, headed for your lungs.
You in my sight.
The last one do it right,
And I'm waitin.
lookin at you.
Thinkin about it and gettin tired of at you.
Hi, daddy, me?
Goodbye, daddy, this is what it be.
You me in this world, now I'm takin you out.
Now you up your muthafuckin mouth.
insanity.
Just a fantasy.
insanity.
Just a murderous of mine.
(Now I feel like killin me a fucka.)