Luyện nghe bài hát Brain Dead

I might as well share the rest of the bad news you

(Prozak)
In my I got visions of dead bodies decomposin
Chokin from the from the blast of the explosives
detonations all my dreams are dramatic
From the womb to the casket my mental thoughts are
A 9mm shot will send ass to hell
in the church while they ringin the bell
PDM in this on top of the game
Wannabes tryin to be all they claim to fame
It's all the same in the wicked shit but aint nobody
Bitches sellin out a Superbowl ticket
Mother rise it's time for a new era
Player hatin got you runnin like Mascara

I look into my and see my brain is dead
Cocaine drains from my nose my stained with red
I take more caps and and think that I can fly
I take more pills in that one day I will die

(Prozak)
Will I ever break up out of these
Of this life of this of the pain I maintain
And every fucker walkin on this earth cannot be trusted
Demons are screamin as bullets get
See so many things in my envision homicide
Crimes from different times pathological
ties to the dark and mysterious
The wicked shit for my friend is very serious
The streets are
Better watch back from those dissin decisions
what you say
The of bullets will hit you some day
Watch you go
Don't be caught slippin at places you don't
Everyone
Hell's flames ignite when you're dead your eyes

I look my eyes and see my brain is dead
Cocaine drains my nose my t-shirt stained with red
I more caps and stems and think that I can fly
I take more pills in that one day I will die

Yea Project Deadman bitch Prozak MEC fucker Self inflicted yea
representin wicked for life yea. We invented this shit I thought you knew?
2000 and fuckers.