Luyện nghe bài hát Suicidal Thoughts

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

When I die, fuck it I wanna go to
Cause I'm a piece of shit, it hard to fuckin' tell
It don't sense, goin' to heaven with the goodie-goodies
Dressed in white, I black Tims and black hoodies
God'll have me on some real strict shit
No all day, no gettin' my dick licked
Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in
Fuck shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice
All my life I considered as the worst
to my mother, even stealin' out her purse
Crime after crime, from to extortion
I know my wished she got a fucking abortion
She don't love me like she did when I was younger
Suckin' on her chest to stop my fuckin' 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 slit my wrists and end bullshit
Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull
And squeeze, the bed's completely red
I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless fuckin' 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 death is fucking me
Naw you wouldn't
Nigga, to me please
You see it's kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New
Except when I cross over, there no comin' back
I die on the train track, like Ramo in Beatstreet
People at the funeral fronting like miss me
My baby momma kissed me but she I'm gone
She knew me and her sister had goin' on
I reach my peak, I speak
my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak
I'm of niggas lying, I'm sick of bitches hawkin'
Matter of fact, I'm sick of

Ayo Big, ayo Big