Luyện nghe bài hát Mind Of A Maniac

[Talking: Lil
I showed the world,
Now we finna wrap it up, ya know I'm saying
Welcome to the mind of a
What part of real you niggas don't
Lemme talk to before we leave

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

Welcome to the mind of a maniac {street nigga, street nigga}

Thug life, that's all we know so we until some beasts when we can let off them leeches
We go and get it, get ya up
And when them flash you ain't never gotta ask it's that's Boosie bad azz, straight up!
runnin us off, I ain't runnin my mouth, spade for spade I'm the realest nigga out,
Know what I'm talkin
My let Joc out
Jealous cause we fresher than rest of them fellas done together
Gotta have alarms, locks, I, can't trust nobody, I, keep a desert eagle nigga know I got it
Heart full of fuckin pain cause I'm of gettin stabbed
And grabbed by all the mutha fuckin crabs.
I and maintain don't switch the game plain and fuck the police they bring us no peace.
This the mind of me, {Boosie boo} so shit goin on where 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 so I go off, know I like to show off, on the road of riches, gotta murda these niggas
got no mind}

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We holla cops, if we fall off with this rap mane it's back to the trap to bust blocks
Man who can I trust not, fuckin up the game, it's down to momma pain, & CEO's and main mane,
Gon' be in the chain game these niggas stop playin from niggas, and bitches, yes sir I got game.
God cursed me with diabetes I feel like I'm insane, you ain't the hood & you don't deserve
It mane, in the streets murder mane, and Boosie he a target, so me?
I got my 40 when I'm shittin on the toilet, I'm paranoid, starin' to get ya ass hit.
Four or five chains ain't had shit.
Fuck a bitch she wanna mingle, ha, she 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.
{Ain't got no

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