Luyện nghe bài hát Visions

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

1]
Many of my death, I have visions for dimentia
No for the murder I committed with the
Murder all up in face, might I catch another case
If I kill him when I hit him the pistol 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 rip the niggas stomach if they want it I will run up with the gun up like I'm Lex Luthor
Hoppin and runnin on the track I'm like I'm Tyson, chewin a motherfucka's lungs like 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 step when you vision your death? Do you run from accepting sentence?
If they sent a fella that wreckeded my helmet, Blood I will come back the vengeance
I can feel him getting closer, I can feel him on my shoulder, coming over as I walk 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 nigga stood up in my space with the face of a demon
All I heard was a pop, never knew that I was shot, did my body even drop? Am I
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 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 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 get caught 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 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 like an
Or maybe he will come up in the door and do a nigga, you never know how people wanna shoot a nigga,
Maybe imma kill him, but the next week, his come deep and put chka chka through a nigga
In the with a bloody mask in the casket forget what happened tonight
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 attacked him with a 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 than diseases
I can it feel like I got telekinesis I got my aunties, and uncles, and nieces
Give my to Jesus, you finna meet him, that's when I reached for the four five
I tried to move, but my body feels it's been hit up with strychnine.