Luyện nghe bài hát Visions

You know times I've had
of my own death,
I I been actually seeing
Visions of what it could be
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 with the whipper
Niggas step into the realm, you would 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 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 who wanna become affiliated with the good life
What's the next step when you vision your death? Do you run 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 feel him on my shoulder, coming over as I walk into the 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 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 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 front about to watch it what I'm gonna be niggas be trippin when I feel a difference with this
I tried to move, but my body feels 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 might get up in riddle

2]
To a stinkin nigga moving with the ticker from the wicked I proceed to eat bitches like an animal
I can hear a nigga creepin so I'm thinkin grab the heat and hacking off his and eat him like an antelope
Or he will come up in the door 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 a nigga
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
Stretch him like elastic fuck an open casket put him in a basket when I'm laughing with a eye
Chopped him into pieces, and covered him in feces but Jesus I'm sicker diseases
I can it feel like I got I got from my aunties, and uncles, and nieces
Give my greetings to Jesus, you finna meet him, that's I reached for the four five
I tried to move, but my body feels like been hit up with strychnine.