Luyện nghe bài hát Homicide

This for my man yo, up
"I got a 187 on the corner of boulevard in Linden"
"Uh, related?"
"The usual"

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

He the old lady's door in, threw her on the floor
her to death so she don't scream no more
He need white chocolate, he feel it in his bones
He heard she refinanced and got a 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 pipe in his windpipe, twistin' a drill

Run frontin', buyin' his mens kicks
Gassed a broad up so she can her rent a whip
The other peeped him out flashin' a knot
A well murderer, check the ill plot

Call up Buns, get him on the block
Niggas gotta eat, he front a lot
He came through, straight search
He said I'm comin' back and put in work

told him, ayo leave that shit alone
But pride mixed with crack, had him in a
Prepared for more shit Depends
Eyes through a Cardier lens

Niggas said Buns came lookin' strange
Yeah, Buns won't stay in his
Aight, Buns want ghetto
And caught two in the Ukraine at point blank

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

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

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

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

Chinese Jamacian, real nigga
Love puffin' blunts, throwin' in the river
One of the niggas that the world ever saw
to take loaded nines and throw 'em on the floor

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

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

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

Pretty kept doin his thing
Him and his older brother got caught up in a
Out on bail, pressure by the feds, he caught seven in the
What goes around, comes back
rest in peace when they lay ya down

"Uh, central, officer, your assistance is
We have a major here
Mrs.Winthrop's cat is in a tree"
"Roger, a car is on the way"

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

I mean this in a disrespectful way
But happens 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 enterin' a
You never know if you gon win or
We walk around confused and totally abused

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

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

It's out, they skin look like plastic
I shed tears, but use to mask it
"Mr. Media," where was you at my man died
it was classified a drug related homicide

It's like the killer hit the suburbs
I ain't nothin', not a word
"Mr. Media," help us shed on these homicides
Not just Columbine, but all the

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

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