Luyện nghe bài hát Visions

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

1]
Many visions of my death, I have for dimentia
No repentin for the murder I committed the
Murder all up in your face, might I catch another
If I kill him when I hit him with the pistol
Niggas step into the realm, you would I was from Elm, just because the way I hit you with the Fred Kru
With the less shoot I will rip the niggas if they want it I will run up with the gun up like I'm Lex Luthor
Hoppin and runnin on the I'm like I'm Mike Tyson, chewin a motherfucka's lungs like an old lycan
Poppin the funs, sparkin the gun, hoppin and up over the ones who wanna become affiliated with the good life
What's the next step you vision your death? Do you run from accepting your sentence?
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, over as I walk into the dark room
Voodoo rituals doing residuals drinking 150 150 him with hollow tips and harpoons
Never the less, I was impressed, by the way nigga stood up in my space with the face of a demon
All I was a pop, never knew that I was shot, did my body even drop? Am I bleeding?
Little nigga 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 I'm gonna be niggas be trippin when I feel a difference with this time
I tried to move, but my body feels it's been hit up with strychnine.

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

2]
To a stinkin nigga moving 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 come up in the door and do a nigga, you never know how many people wanna shoot a nigga,
Maybe imma kill him, but the next week, his homies come and put chka chka through a nigga
In the bath with a mask in the casket forget what happened tonight
Hmmm, put his ass in a hefty bag, the gas, and I got a match and a light
Hmmm, nigga thought I was rapping till I got up and attacked him with a machete and hatchet then I
Stretch him elastic fuck an open casket put him in a basket when I'm laughing with a twinkling eye
Chopped him into pieces, and covered him in but Jesus I'm sicker than diseases
I can it feel like I got telekinesis I got my aunties, and uncles, and nieces
Give my greetings to Jesus, you finna him, that's when I reached for the four five
I tried to move, but my body feels like it's hit up with strychnine.