Luyện nghe bài hát Suicidal Thoughts

Hello, aw, nigga
What the fuck is it
Oh, goddamn, do you know what time it is
Aw, shit, what the fuck is on
You Nigga what the fuck is wrong with you

When I die, fuck it I go to hell
Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin'
It make sense, goin' to heaven with the goodie-goodies
Dressed in white, I like Tims and black hoodies
God'll prolly have me on some real shit
No sleepin' all day, no gettin' my licked
Hangin' the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise
Fuck that shit, I wanna tote and shoot dice
All my I been considered as the worst
to my mother, even stealin' out her purse
Crime after crime, from drugs to
I my mother wished she got a fucking abortion
She don't love me like she did when I was younger
Suckin' on her chest just to stop my hunger
I wonder if I died, would tears come to her
Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my
My baby mother's eight months, her little two
Who's to for both of them, (naw nigga, not you)
I swear to God I want to just my wrists and end this bullshit
Throw the Magnum to my head, to pull shit
And squeeze, until the completely red
I'm I'm dead, a worthless fuckin' buddah head
The is building 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 understand
Nigga, talk to me
You see kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack
when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back
Should I die on the track, like Ramo in Beatstreet
People at the fronting like they miss me
My baby kissed me but she glad I'm gone
She knew me and her sister had somethin' on
I reach my peak, I can't
Call my nigga Chic, tell him my will is weak
I'm sick of niggas lying, I'm sick of hawkin'
Matter of fact, I'm of talkin'

Ayo Big, ayo Big