Luyện nghe bài hát Visions

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

1]
Many of my death, I have visions for dimentia
No repentin for the I committed with the
all up in your face, might I catch another case
If I kill him when I hit him the pistol whipper
Niggas step into the realm, you would think I was from Elm, just because the way I hit you with the Kru
With 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
Hoppin and runnin on the track I'm like I'm Mike Tyson, chewin a motherfucka's lungs like an old
Poppin the funs, sparkin the gun, hoppin and jumpin up over the ones who wanna become affiliated the good life
What's the next step when you vision your death? Do you run accepting your sentence?
If they sent a 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 with tips and harpoons
the less, I was impressed, by the way that 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?
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 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 body feels like it's hit up with strychnine.

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

2]
To a stinkin 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 and hacking off his feet and eat him like an antelope
Or maybe he will come up in the door and do a nigga, you never 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 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 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 from my aunties, and uncles, and
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.