Luyện nghe bài hát 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 make a dollars,
Any nigga a problem, they be dyin' over dead people.
dead people.

This shit deep.
Don't with me.
You end up six deep.
to how I did it.
I up slow 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' like on some Sonny Sam shit.
With a murder on my mind that my on the homicide,
And my said they outta time.
Somebody gotta die, line.
page, column nine.
Headline: Columbine.
I and plot and strategized, and thought 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.
Took this nigga by his and fuckin' cut it and thought nothin' of it.
It's insanity.
a murderous fantasy.
It's insanity.
Just a murderous of mine.
(Man, I like killin me a mother fucka.)

night, I must've had a blast choppin up bodies.
Woke up as fuck in the hospital lobby.
Body with adrenaline.
Not what I did to get all this blood on my fuckin' Timberlands.
Cop's sayin I did to him?
Showin me of cut-up bitches, disfigured members with body parts missin.
Listen, I ain't do shit, I don't shit.
Man, I don't give a fuck that 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,
With them 3-D on,
And that shit than mother fucka.
at my pocket, get the tickets though.
my alibi, bitch.
Now up?
out the cuffs, now I'm back on the outside,
And headed west Homicide reside.
my nigga.
He on 1st and 48th right next to the white chalk in between the yellow tape,
the black gate.
Rottwielers and pitbulls, by snakes, AK's and AR's.
Some niggas to play, some niggas play hard
But house right there, don't go in they 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 through the
offensive line men couldn't stop the blitz.
Them inside, a couple kittens
And right here, good riddance.
fuck around, it's suicide for instance
Picture the mind of a
Here I I can smell the flesh aimin' for your head or neck.
Nigga, pray to God I hit your chest.
Now here I straight outta 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, this is what it be.
You brought me in world, now I'm takin you out.
Now you open up muthafuckin mouth.
insanity.
Just a fantasy.
insanity.
Just a murderous of mine.
(Now I feel like me a mother fucka.)