Luyện nghe bài hát Am I A Psycho

I see you

I see you at me
at me, so I ask

Am I a
Am I a
Yeah I'm a
I guess I'm a

crazy,
I like you, but you're crazy, my tours me
So I used that dough to allure ladies to whom me
Never know that my minds for sure
Pure Hades, rev x steady they couldn't endure to me
Why did I let this stripper burn me on the arm with her
In the same spot ten in a row
I felt that burn upon the clitoris?
I'ma get her wet, to get carried away,
I feel stupid 'cause I did her yet
Maybe she let a fine nigga stare at her breasts,
I get but I ain't bit her neck
Open, I try to contain it but that damn dame soakin'
Alter ego say why you let gang bang folk in
Strange lane hopin' I can maintain
But ain't nobody when the insane mane spoken
I like fire on my skin, on my draws
From up on her walls, I'm suffering, I'm stuck in her
Stuffed in her jaws, huffin' and hollerin' my god,
Afterwards I like really hots scolding on my balls

Am I a
Am I a
I'm a psycho
I guess I'm a

Mom? Dad? I'm no the boy you're used to seeing
I've a lot, plus I've grown to hate every human being
My mood swings have now turned my into gruesome scenes
Now I'm doing I don't normally do
illusions seem to be the only pleasures I can gain
Heck, if I was I would of put down the mic and say
Fuck it never rise to fame
But with the wicked I contain,
I could probably jump without your
No lovey-dovey let's the flame
If lucky you survive the pain
Sorry that ain't marry to say,
Why is this so scary to play?
let me think, 'cause every day
My are getting too hairy to shave
a minute,
I'm stressin' the if I go to hell,
heavens to blame
I don't to come off crazy
But you mothafuckas seem to think that I'm hella (hey)
When I was years old,
I fell on my and I severed my brain (hey)
If you I'm lying then
Ask my mama nigga she'll can tell you the
I be ashamed?
No, I'm living my so ghetto fabulous
Before you get bent outta a shape my nigga let me ask you

Am I a
Am I a
I'm a psycho
I guess I'm a

I stab you this mic
And rap this verse I'm to you
fact I'm rapping through you,
Never say my motherfucking
Unless you have to I am not no fucking jacket
no matching shoes
And you are not no fashion
Can't see you niggas,
wish I was rappin' to you
Matter of fact act I'm rappin' to you
If gives you passion
To use as an excuse
just jump up out of conclusion
That I'm you dudes
Is just old fashion voodoo
Y'all even the shit,
No y'all even the doodoo
I got more flavor on the tissue paper my toobos
So I'm you foolish
With paddles you stupid
Baby sitting bastards like little afternoon children
You can call me
But it's more schizophrenic
And I can speak can anyone me just where my medicine is
Guess I gotta show these minors just what my is
Man I swear I'm all up out of my brain graduate students
I'm sorry, I mean to hurt your feelings
I see your tears, here,
Give me face, let me clear it
But I wonder how it would
If I could peel it back a skillet
Then I'ma fill it crack I hit it,
Then I'ma it back when you heal it
Damn it Bobby boy, in the hell,
in the heaven, what in the earth
Where is your What are you cursed?
Where are you
Where was your Where were you first?
Why you in church?
Why is there dirt, all on your
Man I think that you're going

Am I a
Am I a
Yeah I'm a
I guess I'm a

Am I a (psycho)
Am I a (psycho)
I'm a psycho (psycho)
I guess I'm a (psycho, psycho, psycho)