Luyện nghe bài hát Suicidal Thoughts

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

When I die, fuck it I wanna go to
Cause I'm a of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell
It don't make sense, goin' to heaven the goodie-goodies
Dressed in white, I black Tims and black hoodies
God'll prolly have me on real strict shit
No sleepin' all day, no my dick licked
with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise
Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and dice
All my life I been as the worst
Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her
after crime, from drugs to extortion
I know my mother wished she got a fucking
She don't even love me like she did when I was
Suckin' on her chest just to my fuckin' hunger
I if I died, would tears come to her eyes
Forgive me for my disrespect, me for my lies
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 and end this bullshit
the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit
And squeeze, until the bed's red
I'm I'm dead, a worthless fuckin' buddah head
The stress is up, I can't
I can't believe suicide's on my fucking mind, I wanna
I swear to God I feel like is fucking calling me
Naw you understand
Nigga, talk to me
You see it's like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack
Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin'
Should I die on the train track, Ramo in Beatstreet
People at the fronting like they miss me
My momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone
She knew me and her sister had somethin' on
I reach my peak, I speak
Call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is
I'm sick of niggas lying, I'm sick of hawkin'
Matter of fact, I'm of talkin'

Ayo Big, ayo Big