Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Losin It

Straight out the bay
we go

Lord me, save me, Mama, keep praying
For a young motherfucker to duck an early grave
In the city where ya can't tell the snakes from the
Fakes from the phonies, of homies

Around the corner there's another nigga waiting to
He don't know I got a 'til his ass get shot
Like a motherfucking thug
Craving like they motherfucking drugs to me, hey

What's up with bitches to screw me?
Do me 'coz I did a
the pussy to me but before they never knew me
Rather die let ya play me for a buster

And my glock
I'm a plotting ass motherfucker, huh
let the movie fool ya, let me school ya
Screaming, Thug life, when I do ya

I'm going crazy, getting
And I suffocate a motherfucking breather
Bring me
I'm ya, I'm losing it

Said I'm my mind
my mind
Said I'm my mind
Losing my

I'm losing my mind
Losing my
Said I'm my mind
Losing my

I'm going crazy, can't fade me
On the real, I kill I step to ya fucking grill
So let me kick it, let me flip it, let me get
I'm not a buster from the hood selling whooped

I hang with G's, keys and smoking weed
I get the and dash and never learn to read
So a bitch, fuck a hoe and I let ya know
Because they come and go like the blows

What am I giving, how I'm living, what I'm up
You can take my life and I give a fuck
'Coz I'm the trouble, most from the west coast
Where the niggas is 'til the overdose

Killers and murderers, psychos and
Nobody knows what makes my mind
Is it the demons screaming of me?
Hell no, it's just the life mentallity

I'm going crazy, don't phase me
I'm living a thug 'til six niggas carry me
Death is on the trigga, so it
I can't take it no more, nigga, I'm it

Said I'm losing my
my mind
Said I'm losing my
Losing my

Said I'm losing my
Losing my
I'm losing my mind
Losing my

Shit was talking to me, my gat fire
The bullet me, shoot that motherfucker, he's a liar
I talked to my 3-80 a bitch on a stroll
When my try to dig me a whole of a [Incomprehensible]

Nigga, I can't be fucked in this game, I'm a
My AK told me to shove him up some ass
I'm having conversations with Mr. Millometer
He's one of my best friends, ass nigga eater

And Miss Mossburg love it in the back
You know that old school bitch, she like to get it
And splitting by the seams
My grand Mr. AR-15

But the evil
Talked me into taking over a turf and shooting cluckers
Said he was my family
Shoot straight and please jam me

Got in a fight at the club, my gat talking
Told me to shut the up and let him do the talking
I woke up and it was to see the guts hang
I'm going man, shit was talking to me

Said I'm my mind
my mind
Said I'm losing my
my mind

Said I'm my mind
Losing my
Said I'm my mind
Losing my

Said I'm my mind
Losing my
Said I'm losing my
my mind

Said I'm losing my
Losing my
Said I'm losing my
my mind