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 I'm a psycho

crazy,
I like you, but crazy, my tours paid me
So I used that dough to allure to whom bathe me
know that my minds for sure shady
Pure Hades, rev x they couldn't endure to save me
Why did I let this stripper me on the arm with her cigarette
In the same ten times in a row
When I felt that burn the clitoris?
I'ma get her wet, sorry to get away,
I feel stupid I ain't did her yet
Maybe she never let a fine nigga at her breasts,
I get vexed but I ain't bit her
Open, I try to contain it but damn dame thang's soakin'
Alter ego say why you let gang bang folk in
Strange lane hopin' I can copin'
But ain't nobody talkin' 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 really hots scolding water on my balls

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

Mom? Dad? I'm no longer the boy used to seeing
I've changed a lot, plus I've grown to every human being
My mood have now turned my dreams into gruesome scenes
Now I'm doing I don't normally do
When illusions to be the only pleasures I can gain
Heck, if I was I would of put down the mic and say
Fuck it I'll rise to fame
But with the wicked I contain,
I could probably jump without name
No lovey-dovey let's ignite the
If you're lucky you survive the
that ain't very marry to say,
Why is game so scary to play?
let me think, 'cause every day
My balls are getting too to shave
a minute,
I'm the game if I go to hell,
Then to blame
I don't to come off crazy
But you seem to think that I'm hella deranged (hey)
When I was seven old,
I on my head and I severed my brain (hey)
If you I'm lying then
Ask my mama nigga she'll can tell you the
Should I be
No, I'm living my life so ghetto
you get bent outta a shape my nigga let me ask you this

Am I a
Am I a
Yeah I'm a
I I'm a psycho

I stab you this mic
And rap verse I'm rappin' to you
Matter fact I'm rapping you,
say my motherfucking name
Unless you absolutely have to I am not no jacket
With no shoes
And you are not no guru
even see you niggas,
Y'all wish I was to you
Matter of act like I'm rappin' to you
If that you passion
To use as an excuse
Then just up out of conclusion
That I'm you dudes
Is like old fashion voodoo
ain't even the shit,
No y'all ain't the doodoo
I got more flavor on the paper under my toobos
So I'm you foolish
With wooden paddles you
Baby sitting little bastards like afternoon children
You can me psychotic
But more like schizophrenic
And I can speak can tell me just where my medicine is
Guess I gotta show these just what my avenue is
Man I swear I'm all up out of my brain like students
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to your feelings
I see tears, come here,
Give me your face, let me it
But I wonder how it would
If I peel it back with a skillet
Then fill it crack when I hit it,
Then I'ma spill it when you heal it
Damn it Bobby boy, in the hell,
What in the heaven, what in the
Where is your mom? What are you
are you from?
Where was your birth? were you first?
Why weren't you in
Why is there dirt, all on shirt?
Man I think that you're going

Am I a
Am I a
Yeah I'm a
I I'm a psycho

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