Luyện nghe bài hát Suicidal Thoughts

Hello, aw, nigga
What the time 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 go to hell
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 hoodies
God'll have me on some real strict shit
No sleepin' all day, no gettin' my dick
Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in
Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot
All my life I been as the worst
to my mother, even stealin' out her purse
Crime after crime, drugs to extortion
I know my mother wished she got a abortion
She don't even love me like she did when I was
Suckin' on her just to stop my fuckin' hunger
I wonder if I died, would come to her eyes
Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my
My baby eight months, her little sister's 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
Throw the Magnum to my head, to pull shit
And squeeze, the bed's completely red
I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless buddah head
The stress is building up, I
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, talk to me
You see it's kinda like the did to Pookie, in New Jack
Except when I cross over, there ain't no back
Should I die on the train track, Ramo in Beatstreet
People at the funeral fronting they miss me
My baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm
She knew me and her sister had somethin' on
I reach my peak, I speak
Call my nigga Chic, tell him my will is weak
I'm sick of niggas lying, I'm sick of hawkin'
of fact, I'm sick of talkin'

Ayo Big, ayo Big