Luyện nghe bài hát Homicide

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

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

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

He used to mow the lawn, the garbage 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 around frontin', buyin' his kicks
Gassed a broad up so she can her rent a whip
The other killer peeped him out a knot
A well known murderer, check the ill

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

told him, ayo leave that shit alone
But mixed with crack, had him in a zone
Prepared for shit than Depends
Eyes bloodshot through a Cardier

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

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

It's a, homicide, just a
It's a, homicide, a homicide
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 the shit goes down y'all got nothin' to say

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

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

He was from Brooklyn, and I don't the block
I met him at the flicks he on my rocks
We rolled back to back, while I was raps
He was crack, I was seventeen fascinated by the stacks

Runnin' with dangerous and packin' gats
Uh, the thrill me, lookin' so clean, and livin' so filthy
I his right hand man disappeared
They his bike in the street somewhere

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

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

"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"

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

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

"Central, the cat has rescued"

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

Can't front, I'ma millionaire livin' like a
Still for that shrimp, fried rice and chicken wings
feenin' for the vibe, only the ghetto bring
Pumpin' songs of pain real niggas sing

finest, but there's one minus
The bodies on the battlefield that got behind us
I'm sick and tired of to wakes
'Cuz niggas never look the in the casket

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

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

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

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