Luyện nghe bài hát People

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

shit gets deep.
Don't with me.
You end up six deep.
to how I did it.
I crept up on Willow.
Thinkin' 'bout climbin' the fuckin' window.
In the backseat, burners.
Ski mask, body bag, tape, and a pillow.
In the solo.
Sittin' low with the out.
Feelin' Manson on some Sonny Sam shit.
With a murder on my mind that my on the homicide,
And my watch they outta time.
gotta die, bottom line.
Front page, nine.
Another Columbine.
I plan and plot and strategized, and thought it.
Loaded up 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 fucking ugly.
I fuckin' it.
Took this nigga by his throat and fuckin' cut it and thought of it.
It's insanity.
Just a fantasy.
simple insanity.
Just a murderous of mine.
(Man, I feel killin me a mother fucka.)

Last night, I had a blast choppin up bodies.
Woke up bloody as fuck in the lobby.
Body with adrenaline.
Not rememberin what I did to get all blood on my fuckin' Timberlands.
Cop's I did what to him?
Showin me of cut-up bitches, disfigured members with body parts missin.
Listen, I ain't do shit, I know shit.
Man, I don't give a fuck about bitch.
whatever 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,
them 3-D glasses on,
And that shit longer than fucka.
at my pocket, get the tickets though.
my alibi, bitch.
Now up?
Fresh out the cuffs, now I'm on the outside,
And headed where Homicide reside.
my nigga.
He live on 1st and right next to the white chalk in between the yellow tape,
Behind the gate.
and pitbulls, surrounded by snakes, AK's and AR's.
Some hard to play, some niggas play hard
But that right there, don't go in they yard
It's insanity.
Just a fantasy.
It's insanity.
a murderous fantasy of mine.
(Man, I like killin me a mother fucka.)

Beware of dark shit, shot 'em through the
Tough line men couldn't stop the blitz.
Them niggas inside, a kittens
And right here, good riddance.
Nigga around, it's suicide for instance
the mind of a bullet
Here I come I can smell the flesh for your head or neck.
Nigga, pray to God I won't hit chest.
Now here I come straight drum, headed 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 me in this 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.)