Luyện nghe bài hát Visions

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

1]
Many visions of my death, I have for dimentia
No for the murder I committed with the
Murder all up in your face, might I another case
If I kill him I hit him with the pistol whipper
Niggas 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 will run up 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 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 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 doing residuals drinking 150 150 fill him with hollow tips and harpoons
Never the less, I was impressed, by the way that nigga stood up in my space with the of a demon
All I heard was a pop, never that I was shot, did my body even drop? Am I bleeding?
Little 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 that he is just a wannabe
From the front about to watch it what I'm gonna be be trippin when I feel a difference with this time
I tried to move, but my body feels like it's been hit up 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 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 know how many 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 a bloody mask in the casket forget 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 fuck an open casket put him in a basket I'm laughing with a twinkling eye
him into pieces, and covered him in feces but Jesus I'm sicker than diseases
I can it feel like I got telekinesis I got from my aunties, and uncles, and
my greetings to Jesus, you finna meet 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.