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 guess I'm a

crazy,
I like you, but you're crazy, my tours me
So I that dough to allure ladies to whom bathe me
Never know that my for sure shady
Pure Hades, rev x steady couldn't endure to save me
Why did I let this burn me on the arm with her cigarette
In the spot ten times in a row
When I felt that burn upon the
I'ma get her wet, sorry to get away,
I stupid 'cause 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 it but that damn dame thang's soakin'
Alter ego say why you let gang bang folk in
Strange hopin' I can maintain copin'
But ain't nobody talkin' when the mane spoken
I like fire on my skin, blood on my
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 water on my balls

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

Mom? Dad? I'm no the boy you're used to seeing
I've changed a lot, plus I've grown to hate human being
My mood swings have now turned my into gruesome scenes
Now I'm doing things I 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
it I'll never rise to fame
But the wicked records I contain,
I could jump without your name
No let's ignite the flame
If you're lucky you the pain
Sorry ain't very marry to say,
Why is this game so to play?
let me think, 'cause every 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 seem to think that I'm hella deranged (hey)
When I was seven old,
I fell on my head and I my brain (hey)
If you think I'm lying
Ask my mama she'll can tell you the same
Should I be
No, I'm living my so ghetto fabulous
Before you get bent a shape my nigga let me ask you this

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

I stab you with mic
And rap this verse I'm to you
Matter fact I'm rapping you,
Never say my name
Unless you absolutely have to I am not no jacket
With no matching
And you are not no fashion
Can't see you niggas,
Y'all wish I was to you
Matter of fact act like I'm to you
If that gives you
To use as an excuse
Then just up out of conclusion
I'm attackin' you dudes
Is just like old fashion
Y'all ain't the shit,
No ain't even the doodoo
I got more flavor on the tissue paper under my
So I'm you foolish
With wooden you stupid
Baby little bastards like little afternoon children
You can me psychotic
But it's more like
And I can speak can anyone tell me just where my is
Guess I gotta show these minors just what my is
Man I swear I'm all up out of my brain like students
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt your
I see your tears, here,
me your face, let me clear it
But I how it would look
If I peel it back with a skillet
I'ma fill it crack when I hit it,
Then spill 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?
are you from?
Where was your birth? were you first?
Why you in church?
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 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)