Luyện nghe bài hát Visions

You many times I've had
of my own death,
I mean I actually seeing
Visions of it could be like
It makes you wonder, have you done everything you really want to do in

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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 catch case
If I kill him when I hit him with the pistol
Niggas step the realm, you would think I was from Elm, just because the way I hit you with the Fred Kru
the less shoot I will rip the niggas stomach if they want it I will run up with the gun up like I'm Lex Luthor
Hoppin and runnin on the track I'm I'm Mike Tyson, chewin a motherfucka's lungs like an old lycan
Poppin the funs, sparkin the gun, hoppin and jumpin up the ones who wanna become affiliated with the good life
What's the next when you vision your death? Do you run from accepting your sentence?
If they sent a fella that wreckeded my helmet, Blood I will come with the vengeance
I can feel him getting closer, I can him on my shoulder, coming over as I walk into the dark room
Voodoo doing residuals drinking 150 150 fill him with 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 that I was shot, did my even drop? Am I bleeding?
Little nigga always woofin like he wanna be, talkin this and that 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 to watch it what I'm gonna be niggas be trippin when I feel a difference with this time
I tried to move, but my body feels like been hit up with strychnine.

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

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To a stinkin nigga moving with the ticker from the wicked I to eat them bitches like an animal
I can a nigga creepin so I'm thinkin grab the heat and hacking off his feet and eat him like an antelope
Or maybe he will come up in the 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 deep and put chka chka through a
In the bath with a bloody mask in the casket forget what tonight
Hmmm, put his ass in a hefty bag, poured the gas, and I got a match and a
Hmmm, nigga thought I was just rapping I got up and attacked him with a machete and hatchet then I
him like elastic fuck an open casket put him in a basket when I'm laughing with a twinkling eye
Chopped him into pieces, and him in feces but Jesus I'm sicker than diseases
I can it feel I got telekinesis I got from my aunties, and uncles, and nieces
Give my to Jesus, you finna meet him, that's when I reached for the four five
I tried to move, but my body feels it's been hit up with strychnine.