Luyện nghe bài hát Homicide

This for my man yo, up
"I got a 187 on the corner of Farmers in Linden"
"Uh, related?"
"The usual"

I mean this in a disrespectful way
But Columbine happens in the ghetto day
When the shit goes down y'all ain't got to say

He kicked the old door in, threw her on the floor
Choked her to death so she scream no more
He need some chocolate, he feel it in his bones
He she refinanced and got a bank loan

He to mow the lawn, take the garbage out
Now she in the wit a sock in her mouth
Copped a chain, copped crills
Crack pipe in his windpipe, like a drill

Run around frontin', buyin' his kicks
Gassed a broad up so she can her rent a whip
The killer peeped him out flashin' a knot
A well murderer, check the ill plot

Call up Corey Buns, get him on the
Niggas gotta eat, he front a lot
He through, straight strip search
He said I'm comin' back and put in work

Niggas him, ayo leave that shit alone
But pride mixed crack, had him in a zone
Prepared for shit than Depends
bloodshot through a Cardier lens

Niggas Buns came through lookin' strange
Yeah, Buns won't stay in his
Aight, Buns want fame
And caught two in the Ukraine at point blank

It's a, homicide, a homicide
It's a, homicide, just a
It's a, homicide, just a
a, homicide, just a homicide

It's a, homicide, just a
a, homicide, just a homicide
It's a, homicide, just a
It's a, homicide, a homicide

I mean this in a disrespectful way
But Columbine happens in the every day
When the goes down y'all ain't got nothin' to say

cat, real treacherous
Used to smuggle burners up Texas
Had the ill crib out in
Took the money from the and copped a fishscale

Jamacian, real pretty nigga
Love puffin' blunts, bodies in the river
One of the niggas that the world ever saw
Used to loaded nines and throw 'em on the floor

He was from Brooklyn, and I don't know the
I met him at the flicks he on my rocks
We rolled to back, while I was slingin' raps
He was crack, I was seventeen fascinated by the stacks

Runnin' dangerous niggas and packin' gats
Uh, the shit thrill me, lookin' so clean, and so filthy
I heard his right hand man
They found his in the street somewhere

Conspiracy theories, niggas talkin'
Small world, I was close to his hand man's chick
She beepin' him he never called back
they found him in the trunk his body was jet black

Pretty Jamacian kept doin his
Him and his older brother got caught up in a
Out on bail, by the feds, he caught seven in the head
What goes around, back around
Nigga in peace when they lay ya down

"Uh, central, officer, your assistance is
We have a major here
Mrs.Winthrop's cat is in a tree"
"Roger, a car is on the way"

a, homicide, just a homicide
It's a, homicide, just a
a, homicide, just a homicide
It's a, homicide, a homicide

I don't mean in a disrespectful way
But Columbine in the ghetto every day
this shit goes down y'all ain't got nothin' to say

"Central, the cat has rescued"

In the ghetto black men are dyin' at alarmin'
Walkin' the street is like enterin' a
You know if you gon win or lose
We around feelin confused and totally abused

Can't front, millionaire livin' like a king
Still feenin' for that shrimp, fried rice and wings
Still feenin' for the vibe, only the bring
Pumpin' songs of pain only real sing

finest, but there's one minus
The bodies on the battlefield that got behind us
I'm sick and tired of goin' to
'Cuz niggas never the same in the casket

It's bugged out, they look like plastic
I shed tears, but use to mask it
"Mr. Media," where was you at my man died
When it was a drug related homicide

It's like the killer hit the suburbs
I ain't nothin', not a word
"Mr. Media," help us light on these homicides
Not Columbine, but all the time

It's a, homicide, just a
It's a, homicide, just a
It's a, homicide, a homicide
It's a, homicide, a homicide

IIt's a, homicide, just a
It's a, homicide, just a
It's a, homicide, a homicide
It's a, homicide, a homicide