Luyện nghe bài hát Suicidal Thoughts

Hello, aw, nigga
What the fuck is it
Oh, goddamn, nigga do you know time it is
Aw, shit, what the fuck is on
You Nigga what the fuck is wrong with you

When I die, fuck it I wanna go to
Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't to fuckin' tell
It don't make sense, goin' to with the goodie-goodies
Dressed in white, I black Tims and black hoodies
God'll prolly have me on some real strict
No sleepin' all day, no gettin' my licked
Hangin' with the goodie-goodies in paradise
Fuck that shit, I tote guns and shoot dice
All my I been considered as the worst
to my mother, even stealin' out her purse
Crime after crime, from to extortion
I know my wished she got a fucking abortion
She even love me like she did when I was younger
Suckin' on her just to stop my fuckin' hunger
I wonder if I died, would tears to her eyes
me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies
My baby mother's eight months, her little two
to blame for both of them, (naw nigga, not you)
I swear to God I want to slit my wrists and end this bullshit
Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull
And squeeze, the bed's completely red
I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless fuckin' buddah
The stress is building up, I
I can't believe suicide's on my fucking mind, I wanna
I swear to God I feel like is fucking calling me
Naw you wouldn't
Nigga, to me please
You see it's like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack
Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin'
Should I die on the train track, Ramo in Beatstreet
People at the fronting like they miss me
My momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone
She me and her sister had somethin' goin' on
I my peak, I can't speak
Call my nigga Chic, tell him my will is weak
I'm sick of niggas lying, I'm sick of hawkin'
Matter of fact, I'm sick of

Ayo Big, ayo Big