Luyện nghe bài hát Visions

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

1]
Many of my death, I have visions for dimentia
No repentin for the murder I committed the
Murder all up in your face, might I another case
If I kill him when I hit him with the whipper
step into the realm, you would think I was from 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 run up with the gun up like I'm Lex Luthor
Hoppin and runnin on the track I'm like I'm Mike Tyson, chewin a motherfucka's 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 step 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 back the vengeance
I can him getting closer, I can feel him on my shoulder, coming over as I walk into the dark room
Voodoo rituals doing residuals drinking 150 150 fill him with hollow and harpoons
Never the less, I was impressed, by the way that nigga stood up in my space with the face of a
All I heard was a pop, never knew that I was shot, did my body even Am I bleeding?
Little nigga always 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
the front about 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 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 get caught 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 hacking off his feet and eat him an antelope
Or maybe he will come up in the door and do a nigga, you never know how many people 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 what happened tonight
Hmmm, put his ass in a bag, poured the gas, and I got a match and a light
Hmmm, nigga I was just rapping till I got up and attacked him with a machete and hatchet then I
Stretch him like elastic 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 from my aunties, and uncles, and
Give my greetings to Jesus, you finna meet him, when I reached for the four five
I tried to move, but my body feels like been hit up with strychnine.