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 of a maniac
What part of real you niggas don't
Lemme to ya'll before we leave

I keep a gat cause niggas murder gotta bad
Of purple in the while I murk ya, I'm comin mane.
I swear to God I'm thuggin hard trill niggas deal witcha big glocks off top, we stuntin mane
We street niggas, we eat 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
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 so we grow 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!
Angels runnin us off, I ain't runnin my mouth, spade for spade I'm the realest 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 nobody, I, gotta keep a desert eagle nigga know I got it
Heart full of fuckin pain cause I'm of gettin stabbed
And grabbed by all these the fuckin crabs.
I laugh and don't switch the game plain and fuck the police they bring us no peace.
This the of me, {Boosie boo} so much 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, smile 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
got no mind}

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We holla fuck cops, if we 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 don't 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 they 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 never had shit.
Fuck a bitch she wanna mingle, ha, she want my jingles, one hit gettin rich off a single.
What's that Michael Don't snitch, tell that judge he kill deers and it's real.
{Ain't got no

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