Luyện nghe bài hát Visions

You know many times had
of my own death,
I I been actually seeing
Visions of it could be like
It you wonder, have you done everything you really want to do in life?

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Many visions of my death, I visions for dimentia
No repentin for the I committed with the
Murder all up in your face, might I another case
If I kill him I hit him with the pistol whipper
Niggas step into the realm, you would think I was Elm, just because the way I hit you with the Fred Kru
With the less shoot I will rip the niggas stomach if they want it I will run up the gun up like I'm Lex Luthor
Hoppin and on the track I'm like I'm Mike Tyson, chewin a motherfucka's lungs like an old lycan
Poppin the funs, sparkin the gun, hoppin and jumpin up over the ones who wanna become affiliated with the good
What's the next step when you vision your death? Do you run from accepting your
If they sent a fella that wreckeded my helmet, Blood I will come back the vengeance
I can feel him getting closer, I can feel him on my shoulder, coming over as I into the dark room
Voodoo rituals doing residuals drinking 150 150 fill him hollow tips and harpoons
Never the less, I was impressed, by the way that stood up in my space with the face of a demon
All I heard was a pop, never knew I was shot, did my body even drop? Am I bleeding?
nigga always woofin like he wanna be, talkin this and that about what he is gonna be, do it to me when he beat me like a nigga was a G but I already know that he is just a wannabe
From the front about to watch it what I'm gonna be niggas be trippin when I feel a with this time
I tried to move, but my feels like it's been hit up with strychnine.

I might get caught up in riddle, I might get caught up in riddle, I might get, I might get, I I I might get up in riddle

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To a nigga moving with the ticker from the wicked I proceed to eat them bitches like an animal
I can hear a nigga creepin so I'm thinkin grab the heat and off his feet and eat him like an antelope
Or maybe he will come up in the door and do a nigga, you never know how people wanna shoot a nigga,
Maybe imma kill him, but the next week, his homies deep and put chka chka through a nigga
In the bath with a bloody mask in the casket forget what happened
Hmmm, put his ass in a hefty bag, the gas, and I got a match and a light
Hmmm, nigga thought I was just rapping till I got up and attacked him with a machete and then I
Stretch him elastic fuck an open casket put him in a basket when I'm laughing with a twinkling eye
Chopped him pieces, and covered him in feces but Jesus I'm sicker than diseases
I can it feel like I got telekinesis I got from my aunties, and uncles, and
Give my greetings to Jesus, you finna meet him, that's when I reached for the five
I tried to move, but my body feels like been hit up with strychnine.