Luyện nghe bài hát Dead 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 when my momma make a couple dollars,
Any with a problem, they be dyin' over dead people.
Muthafuckin' people.

This shit deep.
Don't with me.
You end up six deep.
to how I did it.
I crept up on Willow.
Thinkin' 'bout climbin' through the window.
In the backseat, burners.
Ski mask, body bag, tape, and a pillow.
In the solo.
low with the lights out.
Feelin' like on some Sonny Sam shit.
With a on my mind that my mind on the homicide,
And my watch they outta time.
Somebody die, bottom line.
Front page, nine.
Headline: Columbine.
I plan and plot and strategized, and thought it.
up everything in the closet.
My is to get bloody.
They can beg and plead, and scream.
Try to leave, get in cheese, to God on they knees, but I'm still gettin' fucking ugly.
I fuckin' it.
Took this nigga by his throat and cut it and thought nothin' of it.
simple insanity.
Just a fantasy.
It's insanity.
Just a murderous of mine.
(Man, I feel killin me a mother fucka.)

Last night, I had a blast choppin up bodies.
up bloody as fuck in the hospital lobby.
Body with adrenaline.
Not rememberin I did to get all this blood on my fuckin' Timberlands.
Cop's sayin I did to him?
Showin me pictures of cut-up bitches, members with body parts missin.
Listen, I do shit, I don't know shit.
Man, I give a fuck about that bitch.
Fuck whatever she said, fuck she saw, it wasn't me.
Oh no no, not me.
to the alibi.
I was at the movies, Avatar shit,
With 3-D glasses on,
And that shit 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 chalk in the yellow tape,
Behind the 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
It's insanity.
Just a fantasy.
simple insanity.
Just a murderous of mine.
(Man, I feel like me a mother fucka.)

Beware of dark shit, 'em through the fence
Tough line men couldn't stop the blitz.
Them inside, a couple kittens
And this right here, riddance.
Nigga fuck around, suicide for instance
Picture the mind of a
Here I come I can 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 about it and 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 murderous of mine.
(Now I like killin me a mother fucka.)