Luyện nghe bài hát Suicidal Thoughts

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

When I die, fuck it I wanna go to
Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to tell
It don't make sense, goin' to with the goodie-goodies
Dressed in white, I like black Tims and black
God'll prolly have me on some strict shit
No sleepin' all day, no gettin' my dick
Hangin' with the loungin' in paradise
that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice
All my life I been considered as the
Lyin' to my mother, stealin' out her purse
Crime after crime, from drugs to
I know my mother wished she got a fucking
She don't love me like she did when I was younger
Suckin' on her chest just to stop my fuckin'
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
to blame for both of them, (naw nigga, not you)
I swear to God I want to just slit my wrists and end this
the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit
And squeeze, until the completely red
I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless fuckin' head
The stress is up, I can't
I can't suicide's on my fucking mind, I wanna leave
I swear to God I feel like is fucking calling me
Naw you understand
Nigga, to me please
You see it's kinda 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 like they miss me
My momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone
She me and her sister 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 of bitches hawkin'
Matter of fact, I'm sick of

Ayo Big, ayo Big