Luyện nghe bài hát Suicidal Thoughts

Hello, aw, shit
the fuck time is it
Oh, goddamn, nigga do you what time it is
Aw, shit, the fuck is going on
You alright? Nigga what the fuck is with you

When I die, fuck it I go to hell
Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to tell
It don't make sense, goin' to heaven the goodie-goodies
Dressed in white, I like black Tims and black
God'll prolly me on some real strict shit
No sleepin' all day, no my dick licked
Hangin' with the loungin' in paradise
that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice
All my life I been considered as the
to my mother, even stealin' out her purse
Crime after crime, from drugs to
I know my mother wished she got a fucking
She even love me like she did when I was younger
on her chest just to stop my fuckin' hunger
I wonder if I died, would tears to her eyes
Forgive me for my disrespect, me for my lies
My baby mother's months, her little sister's two
Who's to blame for of them, (naw nigga, not you)
I swear to God I want to just slit my wrists and end bullshit
Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to shit
And squeeze, until the bed's red
I'm glad I'm dead, a fuckin' buddah head
The stress is up, I can't
I can't believe suicide's on my fucking mind, I leave
I swear to God I feel like is fucking calling me
Naw you wouldn't
Nigga, to me please
You see it's kinda the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack
Except when I cross over, there no comin' back
Should I die on the train track, like in Beatstreet
People at the funeral fronting they miss me
My momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone
She knew me and her sister had goin' on
I reach my peak, I can't
Call my nigga Chic, tell him that my is weak
I'm sick of niggas lying, I'm of bitches hawkin'
Matter of fact, I'm of talkin'

Ayo Big, ayo Big