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 you're crazy, my paid me
So I used that to allure ladies to whom bathe me
Never that my minds for sure shady
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, sorry to get away,
I feel 'cause I ain't did her yet
Maybe she never let a fine stare at her breasts,
I get vexed but I bit her neck
Open, I try to it but that damn dame thang's soakin'
Alter ego say why you let them gang folk in
Strange hopin' I can maintain copin'
But ain't nobody talkin' when the insane mane
I like fire on my skin, on my draws
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 hots 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 you're 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 doing things I don't do
illusions seem to be the only pleasures I can gain
Heck, if I was sane I would of put the mic and say
it I'll never rise to fame
But with the records I contain,
I could jump without your name
No lovey-dovey let's ignite the
If you're you survive the pain
Sorry that ain't very 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 the game if I go to hell,
Then heavens to
I don't mean to come off
But you mothafuckas seem to think I'm hella deranged (hey)
I was seven years old,
I on my head 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 fabulous
Before you get outta a shape my nigga let me ask you this

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

I stab you this mic
And rap this I'm rappin' to you
fact I'm rapping through you,
Never say my motherfucking
Unless you absolutely to I am not no fucking jacket
With no shoes
And you are not no fashion
even see you niggas,
Y'all wish I was to you
Matter of fact act I'm rappin' to you
If that you passion
To use as an excuse
just jump up out of conclusion
That I'm you dudes
Is just like old fashion
Y'all ain't 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 little bastards like little afternoon children
You can me psychotic
But it's like schizophrenic
And I can speak can anyone tell me where my medicine is
I gotta show these minors just what my avenue is
Man I I'm all up out of my brain like graduate students
I'm sorry, I didn't to hurt your feelings
I see your tears, here,
me your face, let me clear it
But I how it would look
If I could peel it with a skillet
Then I'ma fill it when I hit it,
Then I'ma spill it back you heal it
it Bobby boy, what in the hell,
What in the heaven, in the earth
Where is your mom? What are you
Where are you
Where was your Where were you first?
Why weren't you in
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 I'm a psycho (psycho, psycho, psycho)