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

shit gets deep.
Don't fuck 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, body bag, tape, and a pillow.
In the solo.
Sittin' low with the out.
Feelin' like Manson on Sonny Sam shit.
a murder on my mind that my mind on the homicide,
And my watch they outta time.
gotta die, bottom line.
Front page, nine.
Another Columbine.
I plan and 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 fuckin' it.
Took nigga by his throat and fuckin' cut it and thought nothin' of it.
simple insanity.
Just a fantasy.
It's insanity.
Just a murderous of mine.
(Man, I feel like me a mother fucka.)

Last night, I must've had a choppin up bodies.
Woke up bloody as fuck in the lobby.
Body filled adrenaline.
Not what I did to get all this blood on my fuckin' Timberlands.
Cop's I did what to him?
Showin me pictures of cut-up bitches, disfigured with body parts missin.
Listen, I do shit, I don't 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 shit longer 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 next to the white chalk in between the tape,
the black gate.
Rottwielers and pitbulls, surrounded by snakes, 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.
It's insanity.
a murderous fantasy of mine.
(Man, I feel like me a mother fucka.)

Beware of dark shit, shot 'em through the
Tough line men couldn't stop the blitz.
Them inside, a couple kittens
And right here, good riddance.
Nigga fuck around, it's suicide for
Picture the of a bullet
Here I come I can smell the flesh aimin' for head or neck.
Nigga, to God I won't 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 it and gettin tired of lookin at you.
Hi, daddy, me?
Goodbye, daddy, this is it gotta 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 killin me a mother fucka.)