Luyện nghe bài hát Mind Of A Maniac

[Talking: Lil
I done the world,
Now we wrap it up, ya know what I'm saying
to the mind of a maniac
What part of you niggas don't understand?
Lemme talk to ya'll we leave

I keep a gat cause niggas gotta bad habit
Of purple in the studio I murk ya, I'm comin mane.
I swear to God I'm hard trill niggas deal witcha big glocks off top, we ain't stuntin mane
We niggas, we eat niggas off tracks from Mouse and B
You betta be ya bread ya talk to me
Mom ya wonder why ya child's so bad, because the fuckin bags done hypnotized my ass, it's deep
Holdin on to this money mane I gotta get it, choppers and a glock 40 play with me you get ya
Wrap ya dick up cause ya dick will have the hiccups, rich if ya marry a bitch, get a prenupt
{I go no mind}

Welcome to the mind of a maniac {street nigga, street [x2]

Thug life, that's all we know so we grow until some beasts when we can let off them
We go and get it, get ya up
And when them camera flash you ain't never gotta ask it's that's Boosie bad azz, up!
runnin us off, I ain't runnin my mouth, spade for spade I'm the realest nigga out,
Know what I'm bout
My let Joc out
Jealous cause we fresher rest of them fellas done stick together
Gotta have alarms, locks, I, can't trust nobody, I, gotta keep a eagle nigga know I got it
Heart full of fuckin pain I'm tired of gettin stabbed
And grabbed by all these the mutha crabs.
I laugh and maintain don't switch the game plain and fuck the they bring us no peace.
This the mind of me, {Boosie boo} so much shit goin on I roam how I'm gonna find some peace?
They say I'm a role model, but I'm not a role model, gotta smile when I ain't gotta, tired & still
I'm a boss so I go off, know I like to off, on the road of riches, gotta murda these niggas
{Ain't got no

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We holla fuck cops, if we fall off with this rap mane back to the trap to bust blocks
Man who can I trust not, nigga fuckin up the game, it's to momma pain, & CEO's and main mane,
Gon' be in the chain game niggas don't stop playin from niggas, and bitches, yes sir I got game.
God cursed me diabetes I feel like I'm insane, you ain't from the hood & you don't deserve
It mane, in the they murder mane, and Boosie he a target, so me?
I got my 40 when I'm shittin on the toilet, I'm paranoid, hard to get ya ass hit.
Four or five chains ain't had shit.
Fuck a bitch she mingle, ha, she want my jingles, one hit wonders gettin rich off a single.
What's that Vick? Don't snitch, tell that judge he kill deers and it's real.
got no mind}

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