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 that dough to allure ladies to whom bathe me
Never know that my minds for shady
Pure Hades, rev x they couldn't endure to save me
Why did I let this stripper burn me on the arm with her
In the same ten times in a row
I felt that burn upon the clitoris?
I'ma get her wet, to get carried away,
I stupid 'cause I ain't did her yet
Maybe she never let a fine nigga at her breasts,
I get but I ain't bit her neck
Open, I try to contain it but that damn dame thang's
Alter ego say why you let them gang folk in
Strange hopin' I can maintain copin'
But ain't nobody talkin' the insane mane spoken
I like fire on my skin, blood on my
From up on her walls, I'm suffering, I'm stuck in her
in her jaws, huffin' and puffin' hollerin' my god,
Afterwards I like really scolding water on my balls

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

Mom? I'm no longer the boy you're used to seeing
I've changed a lot, plus I've to hate every human being
My swings have now turned my dreams into gruesome scenes
Now I'm things 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 records I contain,
I could probably jump without name
No let's ignite the flame
If you're lucky you the pain
Sorry that ain't marry to say,
Why is this game so to play?
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 to blame
I mean to come off crazy
But you mothafuckas seem to think that I'm deranged (hey)
When I was years old,
I fell on my and I severed my brain (hey)
If you think I'm then
Ask my mama nigga she'll can you the same
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
I'm a psycho
I I'm a psycho

I stab you this mic
And rap this verse I'm to you
Matter fact I'm rapping you,
Never say my motherfucking
Unless you have to I am not no fucking jacket
With no matching
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
Then just up out of conclusion
That I'm you dudes
Is just like old fashion
Y'all even the shit,
No ain't even the doodoo
I got more flavor on the tissue paper my toobos
So I'm you foolish
With wooden you stupid
Baby sitting little bastards like afternoon children
You can call me
But it's more like
And I can speak can anyone tell me where my medicine is
Guess I gotta show these minors just my avenue is
Man I I'm all up out of my brain like graduate students
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt your
I see tears, come here,
Give me face, let me clear it
But I wonder how it look
If I could it back with a skillet
Then I'ma fill it crack I hit it,
Then I'ma spill it when you heal it
it Bobby boy, what in the hell,
What in the heaven, what in the
is your mom? What are you cursed?
Where are you
Where was your birth? Where you first?
Why weren't you in
Why is there dirt, all on your
Man I that you're going berserk

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

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