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

He kicked the old lady's door in, her on the floor
Choked her to death so she don't scream no
He need some white chocolate, he it in his bones
He heard she and got a bank loan

He used to mow the lawn, take the out
Now she in the closet wit a in her mouth
Copped a chain, some crills
Crack in his windpipe, twistin' like a drill

Run around frontin', his mens kicks
Gassed a broad up so she can help her a whip
The other killer him out flashin' a knot
A known murderer, check the ill plot

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

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

Niggas said Buns came through strange
Yeah, Buns won't in his lane
Aight, want ghetto fame
And caught two in the at point blank range

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

I mean this in a disrespectful way
But Columbine in the ghetto every day
When the shit goes down y'all got nothin' to say

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

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

He was from Brooklyn, and I know the block
I met him at the he commented on my rocks
We rolled back to back, while I was raps
He was slingin' crack, I was fascinated by the stacks

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

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

Pretty Jamacian doin his thing
Him and his older got caught up in a sting
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 is requested
We have a crisis here
Mrs.Winthrop's cat is in a tree"
"Roger, a car is on the way"

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

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

"Central, the cat has rescued"

In the ghetto black men are dyin' at rates
Walkin' the street is like a sweepstakes
You never know if you gon win or
We walk around feelin confused and abused

front, I'ma millionaire livin' like a king
Still feenin' for that shrimp, fried and chicken wings
Still feenin' for the vibe, only the ghetto
Pumpin' of pain only real niggas sing

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

It's bugged out, they skin like plastic
I tears, but use shades to mask it
"Mr. Media," where was you at when my man
When it was classified a drug homicide

like until the killer hit the suburbs
I ain't hear nothin', not a
"Mr. Media," help us shed light on homicides
Not just Columbine, but all the

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

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