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, 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 crept up on Willow.
Thinkin' climbin' through 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 on my mind that my mind on the homicide,
And my watch said outta time.
Somebody gotta die, line.
Front page, nine.
Another Columbine.
I and plot and strategized, and thought about it.
up everything 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 knees, but I'm still gettin' fucking ugly.
I love it.
Took this nigga by his throat and fuckin' cut it and thought of it.
simple 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 choppin up bodies.
Woke up as fuck 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 to him?
Showin me pictures of bitches, disfigured members with body parts missin.
Listen, I ain't do shit, I know shit.
Man, I don't a fuck about that bitch.
Fuck whatever she said, fuck she saw, it wasn't me.
Oh no no, not me.
to the alibi.
I was at the movies, Avatar shit,
them 3-D glasses on,
And that shit than mother fucka.
at my pocket, get the tickets though.
my alibi, bitch.
Now up?
out the cuffs, now I'm back on the outside,
And headed west Homicide reside.
my nigga.
He live on 1st and 48th right next to the white in between the yellow tape,
the black gate.
Rottwielers and pitbulls, by snakes, AK's and AR's.
niggas hard to play, some niggas play hard
But that house right there, go in they yard
It's insanity.
Just a fantasy.
simple insanity.
Just a murderous of mine.
(Man, I feel like killin me a fucka.)

Beware of dark shit, 'em through the fence
Tough line men couldn't stop the blitz.
Them inside, a couple kittens
And this here, good riddance.
Nigga fuck around, it's for instance
Picture the of a bullet
I come I can smell the flesh aimin' for your head or neck.
Nigga, to God I won't hit your chest.
Now here I straight outta drum, headed for your lungs.
You in my sight.
The last one do it right,
And I'm waitin.
Just at you.
about it and gettin tired of lookin 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 open up your mouth.
insanity.
Just a fantasy.
insanity.
Just a fantasy of mine.
(Now I feel killin me a mother fucka.)