Luyện nghe bài hát Suicidal Thoughts

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

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

Ayo Big, ayo Big