Luyện nghe bài hát Visions

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

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Many visions of my death, I have visions for
No repentin for the I committed with the
Murder all up in your face, I catch another case
If I kill him I hit him with the pistol whipper
Niggas step 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 lungs an old lycan
Poppin the funs, sparkin the gun, hoppin and jumpin up over the 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 sent a fella that wreckeded my helmet, Blood I will come back with the vengeance
I can feel him 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 hollow tips and harpoons
Never the less, I was impressed, by the way that nigga stood up in my space the face of a demon
All I heard was a pop, never knew that I was shot, did my body drop? Am I bleeding?
Little nigga always woofin like he wanna be, talkin this and that about what he is 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 a difference with this time
I tried to move, but my body feels like it's hit up with strychnine.

I might get caught up in riddle, I might get 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 proceed to eat them bitches an animal
I can hear a nigga creepin so I'm thinkin grab the heat and hacking off his feet and eat him like an
Or maybe he will come up in the door and do a nigga, you never know how many people wanna a nigga,
Maybe imma kill him, but the next week, his come deep 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, poured the gas, and I got a match and a
Hmmm, nigga I was just 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 feces but Jesus I'm sicker 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 like it's been hit up with strychnine.