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
I'm a psycho
I I'm a psycho

crazy,
I like you, but crazy, my tours paid me
So I used dough to allure ladies to whom bathe me
Never know my minds for sure shady
Pure Hades, rev x steady they couldn't to save me
Why did I let this stripper me on the arm with her cigarette
In the spot ten times in a row
I felt that burn upon the clitoris?
I'ma get her wet, sorry to get away,
I feel stupid I ain't did her yet
she never let a fine nigga stare at her breasts,
I get but I ain't bit her neck
Open, I try to contain it but damn dame thang's soakin'
Alter ego say why you let gang bang folk in
lane hopin' I can maintain copin'
But ain't talkin' when the insane mane spoken
I like on my skin, blood on my draws
up on her walls, I'm suffering, I'm stuck in her claws
Stuffed in her jaws, huffin' and puffin' my god,
Afterwards I really hots scolding water on my balls

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

Dad? I'm no longer the boy you're used to seeing
I've changed a lot, plus grown to hate every human being
My mood swings have now turned my dreams into gruesome
Now I'm doing I don't normally do
When seem to be the only pleasures I can gain
Heck, if I was sane I of put down the mic and say
Fuck it I'll never to fame
But the wicked records I contain,
I probably jump without your name
No let's ignite the flame
If you're you survive the pain
Sorry ain't very marry to say,
Why is this game so scary to
Well let me think, 'cause day
My balls are getting too hairy to
a minute,
I'm stressin' the if I go to hell,
Then heavens to
I don't mean to come off
But you mothafuckas seem to think that I'm hella (hey)
When I was years old,
I fell on my head and I severed my (hey)
If you think I'm lying
Ask my nigga she'll can tell you the same
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
Matter fact I'm rapping you,
say my motherfucking name
Unless you absolutely to I am not no fucking jacket
no matching shoes
And you are not no fashion
Can't see you niggas,
Y'all I was rappin' to you
Matter of fact act like I'm to you
If that you passion
To use as an excuse
Then just up out of conclusion
That I'm attackin' you
Is just old fashion voodoo
ain't even the shit,
No ain't even the doodoo
I got more flavor on the tissue under my toobos
So I'm slapping you
With wooden you stupid
Baby sitting little bastards like afternoon children
You can me psychotic
But it's like schizophrenic
And I can speak can tell me just where my medicine is
Guess I show these minors just what my avenue is
Man I swear I'm all up out of my brain graduate students
I'm sorry, I didn't to hurt your feelings
I see tears, come here,
Give me face, let me clear it
But I wonder how it would
If I could peel it with a skillet
Then fill it crack when I hit it,
Then I'ma it back when you heal it
Damn it Bobby boy, in the hell,
What in the heaven, in the earth
Where is your What are you cursed?
are you from?
Where was your Where were you first?
Why you in church?
Why is there dirt, all on your
Man I think that going berserk

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)