Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Losin It

Straight out the bay
we go

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

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

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

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

I'm going crazy, dizzy
And then I suffocate a motherfucking
Bring me
I'm telling ya, I'm it

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shit was talking to me, my gat screamed
The told me, shoot that motherfucker, he's a liar
I to my 3-80 like 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 me to shove him up some niggas ass
I'm long conversations with Mr. Millometer
He's one of my friends, bitch ass nigga eater

And Miss love it in the back trunk
You know that old bitch, she like to get it funked
And splitting motherfuckers by the
My daddy Mr. AR-15

But the evil
Talked me into taking over a dope and shooting cluckers
he was my only family
Shoot and please don't jam me

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

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

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

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

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