Luyện nghe bài hát Dead People

in my pocket.
in my wallet.
If you 'bout my profit,
All I see is people.
All I see is people.
You starve so when my momma tryna a couple dollars,
Any nigga with a problem, they be dyin' dead people.
dead people.

This gets deep.
Don't with me.
You end up six deep.
to how I did it.
I up slow on Willow.
Thinkin' 'bout climbin' through the window.
In the backseat, burners.
Ski mask, body bag, tape, and a pillow.
In the solo.
Sittin' low the lights out.
Feelin' like Manson on some Sam shit.
a murder on my mind that my mind on the homicide,
And my watch said they time.
Somebody gotta die, line.
page, column nine.
Headline: Columbine.
I plan and plot and strategized, and about it.
up everything in the closet.
My is to get bloody.
They can beg and plead, and scream.
Try to leave, get in cheese, pray to God on they knees, but I'm still fucking ugly.
I love it.
this nigga by his throat and fuckin' cut it and thought nothin' of it.
It's insanity.
a murderous fantasy.
It's insanity.
Just a fantasy of mine.
(Man, I feel like killin me a fucka.)

night, I must've had a blast choppin up bodies.
Woke up bloody as in the hospital lobby.
Body with adrenaline.
Not rememberin what I did to get all blood on my fuckin' Timberlands.
sayin I did what to him?
Showin me pictures of cut-up bitches, disfigured members with parts missin.
Listen, I ain't do shit, I don't shit.
Man, I don't give a about that bitch.
Fuck whatever she said, whatever she saw, it wasn't me.
Oh no no, not me.
to the alibi.
I was at the movies, Avatar shit,
With them 3-D on,
And shit longer than mother fucka.
at my pocket, get the tickets though.
my alibi, bitch.
Now up?
Fresh out the cuffs, now I'm on the outside,
And west where Homicide reside.
my nigga.
He live on 1st and 48th next to the white chalk in between the yellow tape,
Behind the gate.
Rottwielers and pitbulls, surrounded by snakes, and AR's.
Some niggas hard to play, some niggas hard
But that house right there, don't go in yard
simple insanity.
Just a fantasy.
simple insanity.
Just a murderous of mine.
(Man, I like killin me a mother fucka.)

Beware of dark shit, shot 'em the fence
offensive line men couldn't stop the blitz.
Them inside, a couple kittens
And this here, good riddance.
Nigga fuck around, it's suicide for
Picture the mind of a
I come I can smell the flesh aimin' for your head or neck.
Nigga, to God I won't hit your chest.
Now I come straight outta drum, headed for your lungs.
You in my sight.
The last one do it right,
And I'm waitin.
Just at you.
Thinkin about it and gettin of lookin at you.
Hi, daddy, me?
Goodbye, daddy, this is what it be.
You brought me in world, now I'm takin you out.
Now you open up your mouth.
insanity.
Just a fantasy.
insanity.
Just a fantasy of mine.
(Now I feel killin me a mother fucka.)