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 tryna make a couple dollars,
Any nigga with a problem, they be dyin' dead people.
Muthafuckin' people.

shit gets deep.
Don't fuck me.
You end up six deep.
to how I did it.
I up slow on Willow.
Thinkin' 'bout through the fuckin' window.
In the backseat, burners.
Ski mask, bag, duct tape, and a pillow.
In the solo.
Sittin' low the lights out.
Feelin' like Manson on Sonny Sam shit.
With a murder on my mind my mind on the homicide,
And my watch said they time.
gotta die, bottom line.
Front page, nine.
Another Columbine.
I plan and plot and strategized, and about it.
up everything in the closet.
My is to get bloody.
can beg and plead, yell and scream.
Try to leave, get in cheese, pray to God on they knees, but I'm still gettin' ugly.
I fuckin' it.
Took this nigga by his throat and fuckin' cut it and nothin' of it.
It's insanity.
Just a fantasy.
simple insanity.
Just a fantasy of mine.
(Man, I feel like me a mother fucka.)

night, I must've had a blast choppin up bodies.
Woke up as fuck in the hospital lobby.
filled with adrenaline.
Not rememberin what I did to get all this on my fuckin' Timberlands.
sayin I did what to him?
Showin me pictures of bitches, disfigured members with body parts missin.
Listen, I ain't do shit, I know shit.
Man, I don't give a about that bitch.
Fuck she said, fuck 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.
Look at my pocket, get the though.
my alibi, bitch.
Now up?
Fresh out the cuffs, now I'm on the outside,
And headed west where reside.
my nigga.
He live on 1st and 48th right next to the white in between the yellow tape,
the black gate.
Rottwielers and pitbulls, surrounded by snakes, and AR's.
Some hard to play, some niggas play hard
But that house right there, don't go in they
simple insanity.
Just a fantasy.
simple insanity.
Just a murderous of mine.
(Man, I feel killin me a mother fucka.)

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