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 a problem, they be dyin' over dead people.
dead people.

This shit deep.
Don't fuck me.
You end up six deep.
to how I did it.
I up slow on Willow.
Thinkin' climbin' through the fuckin' window.
In the backseat, burners.
Ski mask, body bag, tape, and a pillow.
In the solo.
low with the lights out.
Feelin' Manson on some Sonny Sam shit.
With a murder on my mind my mind on the homicide,
And my watch said outta time.
Somebody gotta die, line.
Front page, nine.
Another Columbine.
I plan and plot and strategized, and about it.
Loaded up in the closet.
My is to get bloody.
They can beg and plead, and scream.
Try to leave, get in cheese, to God on they 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.
It's insanity.
Just a fantasy.
It's insanity.
a murderous fantasy of mine.
(Man, I like killin me a mother fucka.)

Last night, I must've had a blast up bodies.
Woke up as fuck in the hospital lobby.
filled with adrenaline.
Not rememberin what I did to get all this on my fuckin' Timberlands.
Cop's I did what to him?
me pictures of cut-up bitches, disfigured members 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, that shit,
With them 3-D on,
And that shit longer than fucka.
Look at my pocket, get the though.
my alibi, bitch.
Now up?
out the cuffs, now I'm back on the outside,
And headed west where reside.
my nigga.
He live on 1st and right next to the white chalk in between the yellow tape,
the black gate.
Rottwielers and pitbulls, surrounded by snakes, and AR's.
Some niggas to play, some niggas play hard
But that house right there, don't go in they
It's 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 line men couldn't stop the blitz.
Them niggas inside, a couple
And this here, good riddance.
Nigga fuck around, it's for instance
Picture the mind of a
Here I come I can smell the flesh aimin' for your or neck.
Nigga, pray to God I hit your chest.
Now here I come straight outta drum, headed for lungs.
You in my sight.
The last one 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 world, now I'm takin you out.
Now you open up your mouth.
insanity.
Just a fantasy.
insanity.
Just a murderous of mine.
(Now I like killin me a mother fucka.)