Luyện nghe bài hát American Psycho Ii - B Real

[Chorus -
I'm a bit off the chain, you can call me insane, but the fact remains
That I'm a
Better get it through your brain was a pice of shit, when you say my name, say it in vain
Cause I'm a

1 - Swift]
I'm a motherfuckin omen, I bow down to no man, I'll split a open,
Killing compulsive, a soldier wit a motive, scrotum big as boulders,
I'll hold it unload on you, put on poster, so everyone can notice who
Was focused on his pokin, they nose in our business, hopin that I come
'em, No one knows my notions or emotions,I'm a vulture,
Close to croakin any moment,fage and I know when, I could the culture up,
rap like crap, a maniac, wit anxiety attacks, I don't wanna chat, speak when
You to, and I don't have to read a fuckin magazine or quote able, to notice
What you do

[Verse 2 -
We all soldiers, we move as a unit, we all roll up, show up at residence
And light your front door up, get scared, life ain't fair, and I'm to blast you
Just as fast as dre can say hell yeah, so what you say, cause it can happen
today or the next minute, i can draw the heater and spray and I'm dead
Serious, you could be dead period, end of story bitch, I'm on porch wit a gun and
Your son a forty, No one can hold me, I does it all by my lonely,
Stomp your head while you awake, you'll be like gumby, Aftermath and Shady bitch
You can read it and weep, you see my poster in the hood for the G of the

[Verse 3 -
found Saddam, but they ain't gonna find me, I'll be under a tree,
In Buttfuck Tennessee, and I don't too much about my daddy,
Except he spit in my face and me in my fanny, I ain't a racist
I just hate whites, fags and dykes, blacks and transvestites, 13 old
And joined a gang, hair under my ass cheeks feeling the fucking pain
Am I insane?, who really knows, any second my temper can fucking
Blow, I get colder than december, black the fuckin suck it out, won't even remember
See Bizzare can show what is all about, and this Dr. Dre beat done brought it
The fuck out, run in your and put it in your mouth, and blow your brains the fuck out

[Verse 4 -
I probably got a loose or two or maybe three or four of 'em, some fell out and hit the floor,
All I know is ever since my head hit the snowbank, been a little niandrothol, no thanks to
My man D' Angelo Baily,but I take it slow daily, my biggest delierence, tryin to figure whether
To use the flat or the phillips, or just go to the Home Depot, and pick the new power drill up,
Its been two hours and 6 and I'm still up, I feel like I'm about to snap and minute, there's a new
Tower Records, I'm bout to stop and get a fill-up, the new Cypress Hill up, and go find who did
That shit to Xzibit, and go fill up a whole liquor wit piss and go shatter his fuckin lips wit it