Luyện nghe bài hát Suicidal Thoughts

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

I die, fuck it I wanna go to hell
Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't to fuckin' tell
It don't make sense, goin' to heaven with the
Dressed in white, I like black Tims and black
God'll prolly have me on some real shit
No sleepin' all day, no my dick licked
Hangin' with the loungin' in paradise
Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and dice
All my I been considered as the worst
Lyin' to my mother, even out her purse
Crime after crime, drugs 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, tears come to her eyes
Forgive me for my disrespect, me for my lies
My baby mother's eight months, her sister's two
to blame for both of them, (naw nigga, not you)
I swear to God I want to just slit my and end this bullshit
Throw the Magnum to my head, to pull shit
And squeeze, until the completely red
I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless 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, talk to me
You see kinda like 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 baby momma kissed me but she I'm gone
She knew me and her had somethin' goin' on
I reach my peak, I can't
Call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is
I'm sick of niggas lying, I'm of bitches hawkin'
Matter of fact, I'm of talkin'

Ayo Big, ayo Big