Luyện nghe bài hát Suicidal Thoughts

Hello, aw, shit
What the time is it
Oh, goddamn, nigga do you know what it is
Aw, shit, the fuck is going on
You alright? Nigga what the fuck is 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 make sense, goin' to heaven with the
Dressed in white, I like black Tims and black
God'll prolly me on some real strict shit
No sleepin' all day, no gettin' my licked
Hangin' with the goodie-goodies in paradise
Fuck that shit, I wanna guns and shoot dice
All my I been considered as the worst
to my mother, even stealin' out her purse
Crime after crime, from to extortion
I know my mother wished she got a fucking
She don't even love me she did when I was younger
Suckin' on her chest to stop my fuckin' hunger
I wonder if I died, would tears to her eyes
Forgive me for my disrespect, me for my lies
My baby mother's months, her little sister's two
Who's to blame for 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, until the completely red
I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless fuckin' buddah
The is building up, I can't
I can't believe suicide's on my mind, I wanna leave
I swear to God I like death is fucking calling me
Naw you wouldn't
Nigga, to me please
You see it's kinda the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack
when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back
Should I die on the train track, Ramo in Beatstreet
People at the funeral fronting like miss me
My baby momma me but she glad I'm gone
She me and her sister had somethin' goin' on
I reach my peak, I can't
Call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is
I'm of niggas lying, I'm sick of bitches hawkin'
Matter of fact, I'm of talkin'

Ayo Big, ayo Big