Luyện nghe bài hát Mind Of A Maniac

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

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

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

Thug life, that's all we know so we grow 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!
Angels runnin us off, I ain't my mouth, spade for spade I'm the realest nigga out,
Know what I'm bout
My let Joc out
Jealous cause we than 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 pain cause 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 where I roam how I'm gonna some peace?
They say I'm a role model, but I'm not a role model, gotta when I ain't gotta, tired & still holla
I'm a boss so I go off, know I like to show off, on the road of riches, gotta murda niggas
{Ain't got no

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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, nigga fuckin up the game, it's down to momma pain, & CEO's and 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 I'm insane, you ain't from the hood & you don't deserve
It mane, in the streets they murder mane, and he a target, so me?
I got my 40 I'm shittin on the toilet, I'm paranoid, starin' hard to get ya ass hit.
Four or five ain't never had shit.
Fuck a bitch she wanna mingle, ha, she want my jingles, one hit wonders rich off a single.
What's that Michael Vick? snitch, tell that judge he kill deers and it's real.
got no mind}

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