Luyện nghe bài hát Suicidal Thoughts

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

I die, fuck it I wanna go to hell
Cause I'm a of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell
It make sense, goin' to heaven with the goodie-goodies
in white, I like 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 in paradise
Fuck that shit, I wanna guns and shoot dice
All my life I considered as the worst
Lyin' to my mother, stealin' out her purse
Crime after crime, drugs to extortion
I know my mother wished she got a fucking
She don't even love me like she did I was younger
Suckin' on her chest just to stop my hunger
I wonder if I died, tears come to her eyes
Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my
My baby mother's months, her little sister's two
to blame for both of them, (naw nigga, not you)
I swear to God I to just slit my wrists and end this bullshit
Throw the to my head, threaten to pull shit
And squeeze, the bed's completely red
I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless fuckin' buddah
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 understand
Nigga, to me please
You see kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack
Except when I cross over, ain't no comin' back
Should I die on the train track, Ramo in Beatstreet
People at the funeral fronting like they me
My baby momma kissed me but she I'm gone
She knew me and her sister had goin' on
I my peak, I can't speak
Call my nigga Chic, tell him my will is weak
I'm sick of niggas lying, I'm of bitches hawkin'
Matter of fact, I'm sick of

Ayo Big, ayo Big